I seem to have acquired a bad habit of not taking very much vacation over the past, oh, ten years or so, and it’s gotten to the point in this particular job where I have accumulated a rather disturbing amount of it. So I decided to take this week off, if only to try to use a little bit of it up. Of course, then the whole ‘reduced hours’ thing happened, and to make a long story short, this week off won’t end up reducing my hours very much at all. Oh well, it was worth a shot. Plus, knowing that I had this week to finish all the last minute Christmas things is one of the big reasons why I thought I could tackle the giant knitting project of doom in the first place.

And speaking of that, the end of the giant knitting project of doom is in sight, which means that it is getting harder to focus solely on the knitting and not let myself get distracted by a million other, shinier things. I say this because this morning I really should have gotten up and just sat down immediately and started knitting, but instead I made apple butter cinnamon rolls for breakfast and I did a bunch of laundry and I made pizza dough for dinner, and allowed myself the luxury of reading a book. Richard, meanwhile, has been trying to finish off his 2009 Nanowrimo novel, mainly because he’d been posting chapters of it online for all the world to read, and people have started pestering him to finish the story already. So while I was busy in the kitchen with flour and butter and yeast and dough, he was busy at the computer, working on our annual Christmas letter. Ah well, if we’re not doing what we’re supposed to be doing, at least this, too, wasn’t a total loss.

‘Tis the season for Holidailies.