It had to happen. I'm on row seven of the lace edging of my Olympic Knitting blanket and I'm fairly certain I won't have enough of the main contrast yarn. I'm knitting as fast as I can, but that just gets me closer to running out sooner. Fine. I ended up with one ball too many of the main yarn, so I can trade it out. But that means I need to make another trip to the yarn shop and I'm hours away from the killer cold DD has. I can feel it coming on and it's just a matter of time before I'm the one coughing up a lung. To top it off, I have to go back to the
petrie dishschool for parent teacher conferences this afternoon. The conference isn't mandatory, but when you know your kid's teachers are going to tell you how great your kid is doing, trust me, you'd drag yourself out of your death bed.
I'm also pretty sure I'm going to make an idiot of myself by crying in front of DD's teachers. The school shooting in Littleton, Colorado, which is mere miles from where I live, has really gotten me. I'm fighting to maintain sanity, and for somebody who lives on the hairy edge anyway, this ain't good. School was always my refuge. It was the place I thrived and achieved and felt a sense of control. I was lucky enough to have a couple of teachers who supported and nurtured me, and to see a teacher being a hero and saving lives... Dr. David Benke, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. In this world where the word "hero" gets used WAY too much, you are truly a hero, and worth my tears.