The weekend in London (Ontario) teaching and speaking at Cotton-by-Post was absolutely a pleasure.  Suzanne and Garnet, the charming proprietors turned out to be just that, and the arrangements they made were terrific.  My students were bright, interesting and rather charming their own selves, and I had the pleasure of seeing some old friends on Friday,  a wonderful surprise.  I had trouble with my projector at the last minute, but then a simple solution presented itself nicely, and I got a picture of a pregnant lady using my knitting belt which amuses me to no end. 

(Thanks for playing along Debbie.  I actually think your bump was super helpful as well as good looking.) 

The photo above is remarkable, in that it is the ONLY photo I took in the whole three days.  I have absolutely no explanation for this, except that maybe in my head I knew Joe had taken my regular camera to LA, and that this meant that I had no camera, except that I did.  Clearly.   In any case, the weekend was so awesome that I now believe it sucked up all the awesome that was allotted to me for the rest of the week, because said awesome has been in short supply since.

Don’t get me wrong, nothing significantly big has gone wrong, just absolutely everything small.  We’re out of milk for tea, and cat food, and there’s only enough laundry detergent for one load, and the store was out of it, so we’re going to have to decide what we want clean the most.  The lights are burned out in the kitchen and changing the bulb didn’t help so it must be the wiring, and I clean on Sundays and I’ve been away two Sundays in a row so everything is a little sticky.  The file sharing stuff that I use to share stuff decided it doesn’t share files anymore and simply denied us "permission".  I opened my photo software and it seized up like me after an aerobics class, and after a debilitating 24 hours of the spinning rainbow beachball of doom, we’re admitting defeat and Joe’s taking my pretty much brand new computer in to get ram or rammed, or something, which can’t quite be right, but since I’ve been thinking about ramming it with a freakin’ sledgehammer for a while I guess it makes sense.

Yesterday was spinning day, and I worked really hard at it all day, and at the end of the day there was like… maybe 20 metres spun, which is abysmal, but then I realized I didn’t sit have time to at the wheel a lot, which is probably part of the problem, but I was busy doing the lame computer stuff and missing busses.  (Two.)  Also, something smells funny at the top of the stairs and I can’t figure out what it is, but apparently nobody else can even smell it. 
Also, I am about 8 repeats behind on the blanket, and I’m freaking out a little.

In short, Joe’s leaving here with my computer in about 10 seconds, and about 30 minutes later I’ll be alone in the house, and I think it would be best if I just had a little quiet time.  Maybe a little knitting. Maybe a little spinning.  Maybe wash the kitchen floor – something that feels like forward movement, so that I stop wanting things rammed. 
Or something.