• It’s a bad day today. I’m teetering on the edge of a black hole. Everyone is tiptoeing around me, in fact the cats have gone to ground in the wardrobe. Hormones, damned hormones. I’m beginning to look forward to menopause.
  • There is no chocolate in the house. Yes, these points are related. There is, however, a jar of Nutella. Grab a spoon.
  • The endless garter project is driving.me.crazy. Well, it’s not, because I’ve shoved it in a bag and am studiously ignoring it. Hello, cheerful handspun sockies.
  • Speaking of which, I want to make boot socks, plain stocking stitch feet and legs, with a slouchy ribbed top to go over the boot, maybe in a different yarn, a DK weight or something. Like these.
  • If you’re wondering why I’m planning woolly boot socks in June, you’re obviously unfamiliar with the British summer.
  • I finished Listening To Depression. I know I’m pushing this book, but seriously, read it.┬áNow I’m reading The Compassionate Mind. Also very good, but in a different way.
  • I’ve been trying out this tart (Montmorency) cherry juice that everyone is talking about. The stuff that helps you sleep. And it really works! At this time of year, I don’t have significant problems with sleep, apart from around my period, but I’m always interested in better sleep quality. This stuff definitely knocks you out. I’m sleeping 9-10 hours every night!
  • Ooh, I started quilting again. A friend is just about to have her first baby, and I promised her a quilt ages ago. Have finished piecing it, and I’m hoping to get it quilted and finished by the end of the week. I’d forgotten how much instant gratification there is in sewing.
  • I did go vegetarian again. Well, okay, let’s be honest, not vegetarian, but meat-free. I still eat fish. I’m so much happier meat-free.
  • I think I should start keeping a journal. What do you think? Do any of you keep one?
  • I am on a quest to perfect a boiled egg, as my Twitter followers will know. Mega fail so far. I even invested in an electric egg cooker, and I still can’t get it right. They either come out hard boiled, or still snotty. If I can just produce the perfect boiled egg to start my day, I feel quite sure it will be a Good Day, not a black hole day.
  • Big Bang Theory finished. I’m sad. What’s left to watch on TV? Awake, Cupcake Wars, and that’s about it.
  • The July Random Club is nearly, nearly┬áready.
  • Please can we ban the word ‘chillax’? Thanks.
  • I bought a wireless signal booster for my laptop, because in this cottage with its thick stone walls, you lose signal power if you go upstairs, and what’s the point of a laptop if you can’t surf the web in bed? And I’m happy to report that it works splendidly. So now you know where I’ll be during Sunday’s update.
  • Speaking of which, it’s a good one.
  • I think that’s everything. For now.

3 thoughts on “12.06.12

  1. It sounds like a tough day but you know what…when I read your posts they make me feel better because I think hey, it’s not just me. So I know it’s hard to think of it when it’s a black day, so maybe save it for a light grey one, you aren’t alone. You may not realise that what you say and do with this blog and your wool does make a difference but it does. When I get that tweet that says the update is live it makes me happy and I rush like a little kid to the site, I scour the colours and wait for the one that’s going to jump and grab me and say I’m yours. I read the names and colours thinking there is some big connection to the ones I need and their names. Maybe revealing that I am slightly too bonkers.
    On the egg front, I’d have given up by now I think but then I prefer porridge.
    Remember to breathe.

  2. When you have those black hole days, get up and go for a run, or fast walk. That’s the best immediate therapy for those times. It does something for your brain chemistry, I don’t know, but it works. It makes you feel better and it lasts for a few hours. The only problem is when you feel that bad the last thing in the world you want to do is get up and start moving. So if you have a support source tell them ahead of time (for the next time you feel like that) “Take me out for a walk!”. Even if they have to drag you out! I know it sounds drastic, but I promise you will feel a little better afterwards.

  3. Journal keeping – can go either way – when I am totally honest with it, it goes well, and I know you have the capacity to do that. I have occasionally found that the sound of my own despair when spilt onto the page depresses me more, makes me feel alternately self-indulgent, or irreparably doomed to be sorrowful.