Busy, busy, busy

It's amazing the difference that daylight makes.

Yes, I know I make that observation every stinking year.

I am filled with energy. Instead of coming home and plunking myself down on the sofa or in the office, I putter. I clean. I cook.

It's almost seven - I've been home about an hour and a half, and I've got the second load of laundry almost ready to go into the dryer, folded and put away yesterday's load, taken out the recycling, started going through the stack of papers left from my office cleaning, taken a whole whack of photos and updated Ravelry.

I've also sort of started tidying the bathroom and am considering sweeping and dusting. And ironing (yes, I am shocked too).

I swear, if I could bottle this energy and sell it, I would be rich. And also, it occurs to me that I am rather hungry and perhaps it is time to think about dinner.

But in the midst of all this, I'm considering something. Something silly. Something that is all too familiar.

I'm considering setting myself up with an impossible deadline. You see, this Saturday is the family Easter dinner, and my sister-in-law (Mini J's mom) is planning an egg hunt. I'm thinking it would be pretty cool for two little girls to each have a pair of socks mixed in with the loot.

No, do not remind me that there are two Christmas sweaters outstanding. Believe me, those are indeed weighing heavily on my conscience.

But, I figure I can do this. If I use my Panda Cotton and 2.75 mm needles, I'm getting 9 stitches per inch in my broken rib pattern, un-stretched. That gives me 36 stitches to 4 inches, which is about the circumference I want, without calculating negative ease.

Two pairs of little kid socks is about one-and-a-half adult socks, and I can do that in the next two days, easy - tomorrow night, I'm going to the hockey game, then to a bar, and then I've got ALL day Friday. If I don't manage that, I've got the three hour bus trip out to the farm on Saturday morning. I'm sure my mommy will let me use her washing machine to wash the bar-and-bus dirt off them.

You know, it's been a whole four days since I've been under a whole bunch of stress. Must do something about that.