Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This!

Urk...being a teacher in a Day Treatment Program is always enough to keep a Sheep on her toes. Today, however, was the equivalent of a 7 hour ballet. My toes hurt. As does every other part of my middle aged body. I was kicked, hit, bitten and scratched every hour on the hour. I am getting too old for this...I'm thinking of marrying for money. How hard can it be?

In lighter news, I made it home, rode my little exercise bike for 40 minutes, grabbed myself a Lean Pocket and cast on for yet another Curly Whirly. I wore the one from last week's workshop and it was a big hit at the bruise factory...I mean school. This is a super mindless project and, despite being slightly tacky, one that looks like it took greater effort than it actually required. This one is in a boucle and will be a bit longer. We'll see how that works up when we return to the next workshop session on Thursday.

I also spent some quality time inhaling Tung Oil fumes in order that I might get another coat on the new bobbins. They are looking good and Dear Old Dad has given his approval. (I am emailing him regularly with my progress on these little beauties...if I'm really careful, I can make a small mistake that won't ruin the finish and yet will give him a chance to "help." Dad likes to help.)

And that, Ladies and Gentleman, is the end of my "thinking" activities for this evening. I am wiped out!!! Tomorrow promises to be a truly crappy commute with ice and sleet and all the things that make me want to point the car south and just keep going. Gonna need my rest for that exercise in terror. Note to self: wear the good underwear tomorrow in the event of catastrophic crash.

I'm going to get some chocolate now!
SA