Okay, and a bit of grafting and some seaming. But still - Minimalist Cardigan is nearly done, and ready for a return trip to Rhinebeck - kind of like a salmon swimming home. (The yarn came from Persimmon Tree Farm' s booth there last year.)
Work has been a siren the last few weeks, trying hard to lure my attention from anything else, with extraordinary story assignments involving emails datelined Kabul and phone calls to Dubai, and an interview with an author whose work amazes me -- but also a relentless march of deadlines demanding more of my time than had been bargained for.
And if you've ever moved between work out there - when the positions's a good one for you, and you like it - and domestic life, you know the appeal of professional life: the company of peers, work that stays done (unlike the laundry), recognition for a job well done. It's never quite as tidy at home.
Working from home today, with the crew off school for a long weekend. Turned them out into the woods this morning, to go play. Lunch, and then I think I ought to join them.