I have a two week reprieve on getting the mountain of paperworky stuff all in order, and, though Darling Deb has offered to do the sorting herself, I liken this to cleaning before the maid arrives. I am a master of paper-clutter. I have other, more colorful faults, but this is the one that keeps burning my bum.
Progress will hopefully be made on the tiny sweater tonight. There is a "Mr. Bean" video awaiting the kids' attention. I should be able to knit like a fiend through that. It's the "Eureka" discs I can't knit during. Don't want to miss anything. Okay, I'm going home now. 'Boris' has made pasta for dinner (sorry, Steph!) and my slow day needs to die a natural death. Latah, knittas.