Past My Bedtime

I know, I know. It's late. I should have posted this hours ago. I hope no one was worried. If any of you have formed some sort of "Save The Sheep" group, you may want to activate the phone tree and start letting people know that they can stop photocopying the fliers and trying to decide on the picture that will be featured on the "Have You Seen This Knitter?" posters. I'm fine.

Let's face it. I don't get out much, OK? I'm something of a homebody. I have one or two hermit-tendencies. So this is why I have elected to participate in the Summer Of Compensatory Knitting Socialization (SOCKS). This is an important step in my learning how to interact with other humans. You'll just have to bear with my Tuesday night tardiness while I enjoy my weekly knitting sessions with Noolie, Mel and the rest of the Knit Night folks who are assisting me with my socialization skills training.

It's also pretty good for sock progress...I am amazed at how much stockinette can be cranked out when there is neither television nor refrigerator within the range of my vision.

I also figured that, since I was out anyway, that I might as well hit the store and mingle with the other late night shoppers who suddenly realized that they were out of Lean Cuisine Pizza and that this is unacceptable since we'd all spent the weekend eating large amounts of baked goods. What can I say? It's not a school night for Sheepie. Sheepie can stay up past her bedtime if she wants to! No one is the boss of me!!

I'm pretty confident that you all can handle the changes in the schedule. You are probably even a little bit relieved to know that I don't just spend my days hunched over my laptop and giggling madly when my email signals that I've gotten a comment or message. Others, however, are not quite so comfortable with this. You might say that they are just a bit irked with me at the moment. It's hard to tell, really. But, if you look closely at the eyes, you can see a little of the "I'm put out with your suddenly thinking that you have the right to leave the house whenever the mood strikes" in there:

I was fed two and a half hours late. You do not rate my fully opened eyeballs. Feel the disdain, human servant!!!

I will probably have to break out the "good" kitty treats before going to bed tonight. It's that or sleep with one eye open, I'm thinking. Kitties don't care whether I have good social skills or not.

They are not contributors to the SOCKS program. They prefer the Every Animal Tended course of study.

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