Really, it's not just you

I've been ignoring everybody. I rarely answer the phone and I don't return calls or open mail. Mostly everybody's been a good sport about it, but there are a couple of folks who keep calling and calling and calling until I finally just turned the phones off.

I'm just not in the mood for it.

Plus the news just pisses me off. I don't want to talk about it or read about it or hear about it. I don't want to blog about it. It's bad and it feels to me like it's getting worse.

On the bright side, though, I've been enjoying my bus rides to work even more since I took up knitting again, which I hadn't really done since I left Minneapolis almost ten years ago. I bought about a ton of yarn on eBay and I've been knitting madly for a while now. At first just little bits here and there, but then it gathered momentum and it's pretty much all I do when I'm awake and not working. It's sort of like crack. I think: just one more row and then I'll go to bed. And then hours later, when I can't see straight any more, I finally put it away & go to bed. I even figured out a way to sling the knitting bag over my shoulder so I can walk and knit at the same time, and I pace around while I knit. I don't get all tensed up and hunched over the way I do when I sit down, so I can go a little faster and stay at it much longer. My lovely ex-wife was a little embarrassed, I think, when I started knitting while we were playing darts at the bar last night.

Oh, and thanks to those of you who left comments in my absence. I'll try to post more often. Really, I can put the knitting down any time.