If You See Smoke...

Don't panic.  There's no reason to be alarmed.  Unless, of course, there is.  And then I suggest you panic with wild abandon.  I wouldn't want to be responsible for anyone not taking appropriate action in the face of an actual, honest-to-goodness crisis.  I'm assuming that the number of people who are really seeing smoke right now are in the minority, but I hate to take chances...

For the rest of you, though, the cause is a simple one.  Any smoke you see right now is a direct result of my being on fire.  Totally blazin' right now, baby!

The little receptors in my brain that respond to potential weather events and cause me to have the inklings have been firing off randomly all day.  As a result, I have inkled a great deal since late this morning.  I do believe that I am going to have a Snow Day tomorrow!  I'm wrong on this sort of thing as often as I'm right, but weather reports are starting to bear out my inkles.  All indications are that the snow should start falling later tonight and, once settled in, really get going tomorrow.  We're looking at about six inches.  As I said, I could be wrong.  But I don't think I am.  I'm thinking I'll be home tomorrow with all the other little boys and girls who spent the early morning hours with their noses pressed up against the window and waiting for the morning news to tell us that we shall be free to watch cartoons.  

And then there's the knitting.  Yesterday when I mentioned that I was planning on knitting up some sort of baby related thingie I may have misspoken.  What I should have said was:

 "I've already cast on for The Heartbreakingly Cute Baby Kimono from Mason-Dixon Knits and am almost finished with it because I am so totally and amazingly on fire that no one can touch me.  That's right, you heard me.  I. Am. Untouchable!!!!!!!!!"  

Toy-Doo is impressed with it, anyway.

Yeah sure...I limped along rather pathetically through the last year with the knitting.  But no one can say I haven't kicked it up a notch in '08.  For anyone who is keeping track, I have thus far completed two pairs of Maine Morning Mitts, almost a whole baby sweater and a pair of socks.  To be fair, the socks were languishing through the better part of November and December then finished up in a fit of socky-type knitting in January.  But, I'm counting them since it's my knitting and I am on fire so no one is going to mess with me right now lest they be consumed by the flames which fuel my delusions of grandeur.

Why are you backing away like that?  I'm OK...really!

I honestly have no idea why I am suddenly so inspired to wield the needles like someone who actually knows what the heck she's doing.  Maybe it's the wildly cycling weather with its unpredictable high pressure/low pressure swings.  Maybe it's the promise of a whole new year.  Perhaps I was just feeling a bit suffocated by the ever-growing yarn stash and overwhelmed by the need to knit it into submission.  Or maybe all it took was the removal of two inches of hair to lighten up my brain enough for me to see the possibilities.  I'm really not sure...

But chopping off the hair probably didn't hurt.

SA