The other day I had the most striking thoughts:
“I think I’ll get off this express and take the local train to work; I can get little more knitting done.”
Later that day, on the L train platform:
“Hmm…I can ride the L to the last stop and stay on the train until it goes back into service. I’m in no rush, I’ll get at least 20 minutes more knitting time.”
Now there’s no Christmas knitting that urgently needs completion. I have no babies on the way that need their bibs or blankets by the end of the week. I simply just love my knitting time. Ok, so after the L train I realized it was a little silly to ride the train that much longer- but I was early to my appointment and what would you rather do- Wait on the sidewalk or get some more knit time in?
Now if I wasn’t a knitter it might seem crazy to have these ideas. But if you’re not a knitter you can’t understand the deep satisfaction from finishing one last row, or completing another half an inch at lunchtime. You ladies know what I mean. It’s like coffee. (I don’t drink coffee, so really this isn’t a very good example.) Who knows why so many people MUST have a cup to function each morning. Why do people pay $4.45 for a single cup at Starbucks? Because it’s that good, it’s a daily addiction. It’s the same with my knitting time. Just back off and let me be- It’s that good.
I've been working on a cardigan from the fall issue of IK, the Sienna Cardigan, by Anne Smith. It's working up nicely, and I'm taking the physical challenge by working the back and front sides at the same time. 
The shaping is pretty simple. I've never worked a front and back at the same time like this, but I think I'm up for it. There's some cables along the front edges with a lace pattern. It's shaping up nicely. 
The yarn is not anything special, it's some cheapo-woolease from JoAnne's I got a million years ago. I figure it'll be a durable sweater, so I've got some other projects in mind that'll be much softer on my fingers.
Here is a photo of my cat Dizzle, contemplating knocking over some more ornaments on our meager tree. My animals love the holidays for this, and the leftover turkey, of course..
... and OMG - Austin, is totally BBE, because he fixed this post and he made me the greatest French toast this morning that was to DIE for.
