Folks, the world as I know it is soon to come to a crashing halt, to be replaced by 7 weeks of weirdness (maybe less, hopefully not more.)
See, for the past year and a half or so I have neglected everything so I can knit - if I get an hour or three in the middle of the day I don't absolutely have to do 16 other things, I knit. I knit all evening. I knit for a few minutes before dashing out the door in the morning, if I can. Sometimes I take a break and sew for a day or two, but I'm always making something. And even when I'm not, I'm working out some design in my head.
What has suffered: housekeeping, of course, and gardening, and exercise, and cooking (but not eating, since I am adept at finding snackables that don't make your hands all gummy). And writing fiction, which is where - in the big picture - my energy usually goes.
But there's this other little problem with the big Stop! sign planted firmly on June 4, 2010, and all my knitting time will have to be set aside partly to prepare myself for it, and partly to take care of whatever urgent things I would normally be taking care of during said preparation time.
I'll be lucky if I get an hour a day to knit. And I have a terrible feeling that just won't be enough!
Meanwhile, I'm going to enjoy every last stitch of Big Project Small Needles and savour every moment of the Baby Surprise Jacket knitalong (May 1 start). I only hope I get to finish my blue socks in there someplace.