Retraction

OK. So maybe I was a little premature with the whole Apocalypse prediction thing. With temperatures dropping somewhat and weather conditions looking a bit more normal for late October in Maine, I am forced to admit that I might have jumped the gun. Sorry about that. My bad. You may now stop hoarding snack cakes and battery operated fans in anticipation of the rain of fire from Heaven On High. I hope I didn't cause you any trouble, there.

Boy, is my face red...

In my defense, though, you have to admit there were a few signs. I mean, it's not like I'm the sort to go all panicky at the drop of a hat or anything. I feel that donning a sandwich board sign that reads, "The End Is Near" is a perfectly reasonable reaction to eighty degree temperatures at this time of the year. Although I will admit that the mass emailings might have been something of an error in judgement. I have had several rather disgruntled responses and am quite shocked by the language, frankly. Who knew that my old elementary school teachers, (who should have known better than to have MySpace pages and easily accessible email addresses) were capable of such "creative" wording?

That's the thanks I get for trying to help. Hrumph.

There were even those who suggested that I should be punished for causing such an uproar. For what it's worth, I had a very long and tiring day today. That's kind of like being smote, right? In fact, I would rather have been smote than to have worked the schedule I was handed today. Eight and a half straight hours of teaching. No lunch. No preparatory periods. No bathroom breaks. Straight through. Anyone who was maybe a little irked by my misinterpretation of the signs should feel pretty darned good about the karmic response to my rumormongering.

Now that we are not to be consumed by the unholy fires, I find myself a bit concerned with the fact that I have not finished any of the knitting projects slated for Christmas. It's not like I haven't been knitting. I have...I really, really have! But everything is going slowly and I find myself having to accept the fact that I will not have finished knitted goodness for friends and family this year. At least not for everyone. There is still hope for my getting one or two things off the needles in time for a quick block 'n wrap. It is going to require some focus, though. I must push through the pain and make those needles fly. I will give up sleep and maybe even a meal or two. Unless I'm willing to purchase a few things, remove the tags and call them my own, that is. And, as the big day draws a bit closer, there is every likelihood that I might resort to such unsavory tactics. But, for now, I'm just going to have to make finishing things a priority.

I'm really starting to miss that Apocalypse...

SA