A New Hampshire Knitter

The title of this post may be a bit trite, I don't care. Although I live in New Hampshire, I am, like the rest of the country, reeling from the attacks at the Boston Marathon yesterday. I grew up in the city of Waltham, which is not far from Boston. I only moved to New Hampshire when I was 12, and one of my earliest memories of Boston is a field trip to visit the Museum of Science.  It's always been "the city, " that magical place where Life happened. Even though I'm from New Hampshire, I love Boston. I am completely comfortable on the T (the subway system). I'll walk around Chinatown, visiting my favorite bakeries (but not at night.) The Freedom Trail, the USS Constitution... It's Boston. It's my home. I found out about the bombings when I made my daily trip to the bank for work, the teller asked if I knew anything else about the "explosions." That's the key word there. Explosions. My first thought was "manhole cover? The Big D

I should be knitting. I should. I'm going to school part time, and I had a project and a paper due last night. I could be knitting. I could. I have several projects on the needles... I even have multiple projects coming from the same skein. (It's a skein of Mushishi. 491 yards- very expected that I can get two projects out of one skein. I wanted a scarf and matching mitts, and I wasn't smart enough to start the mitts first, so I pulled out the center pull end of the cake to cast the mitts on.) (The mitts are Fetching , in case anyone was curious. The scarf is the Yarn Harlot's One Row Handspun Scarf .) I should knit, but I'm feeling too darn lethargic.

This has nothing to do with knitting, or quilting, or reading, just life. I am going to be the topic (or at least one of the topics) at the next board meeting at work. It's quite a weird feeling, knowing this. The end result of the board meeting's discussion, I am either going full time (for the summer), or getting an assistant (for the summer). Odds are, I'm getting an assistant. (I hope I get an assistant- although I have some control issues and want to be able to the job by myself- going full time will ultimately mess with my retirement accounts. Going full time permanently would be one thing, but it's quite another to disrupt my retirement account just for a summer.) Getting an assistant is an other weird feeling, because I only work 25 hours a week.