Still here...

So I didn't get raptured yesterday, which is good, because now I get to put all my post-apocalyptic (read: crafting) skills to use. Huzzah!

I finished my May green sweater (I'm still working on the socks, but I have time), and I have to say...I HATE IT.  $72 on yarn and 3 weeks of my life and it is something I will NEVER wear.  The back is cute, I like the back.  But the front!  The way the lace stretches over my boobs makes them look saggy, and then the placement of the gathers under the bust is horrible, because two big folds come right out of my now-saggy boobs.  The whole sweater is too short, which is bad news because it hits me in my thickest spot, my poochy tummy.  From the front, I look blah, just a woman in a too-short sweater with deflated breasts, but from the side...oh lordy, the side!!  This sweater instantly put at least 50 pounds on me. So frustrated!!!

On the plus side, I joined a knitting group this week, and I LOVE IT!!  It was my first ever knitting group, and I'm so happy I went because everyone is soooooooooo nice.  We're meeting again next week, and I can't wait.

My back seems to be better, I am still being careful with it though.  My upper respiratory garbage seems to be on the mend too.  I'm still coughing a bit (but it's productive) and I'm blowing my nose less.  Now all I feel is completely exhausted and achy.

I won't pass judgment on the guy that was predicting the rapture (I definitely have no place telling anyone they're crazy or not), but I'm pretty sure we all knew it wasn't going to happen.  And yet, a teeny voice in my head said, What if it does?  I mean, every idea that we accept as truth now (the world is round, it spins around the sun, giant dinosaurs once roamed the earth, gravity, the existence of germs and viruses, etc) was once thought of as crazy. Anyway, it got me thinking about endings and death in general and I kind of (well, more than kind of) felt anxious.  What if I don't get done everything that I want to get done??  There's too much too knit, too many books to read, too many things to do!  This why I make notebooks full of lists.  It's a control thing.  At least I can bring some semblance of order and control to a life that is completely uncontrollable. If I can't get everything done, at least I can make sure I get done a few things.

With all this in mind, I am very excited to hang out with the Bloomies tonight and stuff my face with pizza.  Pizza and foosball and kick-ass coworkers fix everything, right?