One Thing Leads To Another.

And then leads to nothing. Vast amounts of nothing, if you want the truth.

My recent late nights spent cranking vast amounts of merino through the drum carder while the amazing voice of Jim Dale reads to me from Harry Potter have taken their toll. This morning, I had to sleep a bit later than is usual. There was simply no way I was going to find the inner strength to roll myself off the mattress at the usual hour. The kitties and I enjoyed the extra snooze time.

However, there was a little hiccup in the work-out schedule yesterday. Perhaps not so much a hiccup as a brief seizure... At any rate, guilt forced me to spend an hour of the morning pedaling away on the exercise bike to make up for missing yesterday. I knit a bit on the Socks That Will Not End as I did so. I remember thinking at the time that I was quite the little multi-tasker. I may have even commented on this amazing skill of mine to the feline roommates when they saw fit to wander into the living room upon waking. They weren't all that impressed, really. But, I still felt pretty good about myself.

Now another hour behind the usual schedule, I drank the morning coffee and thought about how else I could amaze my imaginary audience with my productivity. It occurred to me that I had little in the way of sustenance in the house. It might be in my nutritional best interest to visit the grocery store. The fact that I was there just yesterday made this realization a little disheartening. If I were truly the organizational guru that I was professing to be, I probably wouldn't need to grocery shop every day. But, sometimes you just have to accept the facts.

I normally try to shop very early. This way I only have to maneuver around the staff restocking the shelves rather than the hordes of other shoppers who are visiting my fair state for their summer vacations. But, I slept late, had to make up a work out and spent valuable time patting my own back in the earlier hours so I knew that this was going to be something of a challenging trip. Not only did I have to negotiate around the shopping tourists, but also the shelf-stockers. You'd think that they would have been done and gone by then, but I have learned that they will always be there no matter the time. I am not sure if they lie in wait for me or if the stocking is something of an ongoing thing. Either way, it means climbing over pallets of canned beans while I shop.

Back home, with the noon hour approaching, I unloaded the groceries...and that's where it all ended. By then, it was hot. Very hot. Perhaps not so much hot as humid, but I don't function well under either condition so the point is moot. From that moment on there was naught but me lying on the couch, periodically moaning pathetically and mopping my brow theatrically. I did absolutely nothing for the duration of the day. Nothing. I may have napped for a bit there and I suppose that counts as a verb if you really push it. Every so often I would look over at the remaining uncarded merino and think about how I'd really like to get that finished up. When I tired of gazing in that direction, I would pivot my sweaty head on my sticky neck and look at the spinning wheel where the unfinished sock yarn awaits my attention.

But I worked on neither. It was too hot. Too sticky. And I suspect that I may have actually been adhered to the sofa cushions at that point anyway. It wasn't worth losing a layer of skin just to continue in the fine tradition of finishing stuff.

And that's were we stand at this point. The early evening temperatures seem to be dropping a bit so I'd like to think that I have rested up enough with my day of lolling that I could get the last of the merino through the carder. I'd also like to think that I might find the inner strength to pull the wheel into my "spinning spot" and make some superwash singles happen.

Of course I also think it would be nice to cure cancer, learn to speak Italian and invent a foolproof system for toning the abs and thighs in mere minutes a day. That's probably not going to happen either...

I don't care for humidity. Not one little bit.

SA