Work schmirk

I've always been a big fan of naps, but I have a newfound love of them now that I have re-entered the working-outside-the-house world. I perfected my napping when I was in grad school, when I would shut the door to my office and curl up in a big comfy chair that the department had very thoughtfully placed there for me. It only takes about twenty minutes to get my batteries recharged, but woe to those around me if I don't get those twenty minutes!

The new job kicks ass, by the way. There's no comfy chair in the office, but I'm working on it.

This is the week that I planned to begin swimming laps before work. I'll let you know how that works out.

I have found, much to my surprise and delight, that getting up early in the morning is not so hard after all! However, I must say that I am aghast at how little time all this "full time work" business leaves for the really important things in life, like knitting and making out. I'm working on that part, too. I mean, weekends are great and all, but sometimes people want to visit, or maybe the cats want to be fed, and when you're this busy making up for lost time with your favorite wrestling partner all weekend long, well, there's just not enough hours in the day, is there?

Honestly, what the HELL do you do when you have a kid?

Don't answer that.

I finished knitting my first pair of socks tonight, and they were such a rousing success that I started right in on a pair for my Dad. Lovely super-soft merino wool socks, because my Dad also kicks ass. I have to find a sneaky way to measure the length of his foot, though, without letting him know I'm making him socks. Maybe I can follow him on a muddy path and measure his footprint?

See? This is JUST the sort of thing that is impossible to find the time for what with all this "working" every day on a set schedule. When oh when am I supposed to secretly measure my father's feet? Did they teach you THAT in your fancy MBA program?

I didn't THINK so.