Dim sum was at a new place that was okay, but most of the stuff I liked best wasn't done that well, and the teenage boy next to me ate ALL the egg custard tarts so I didn't get one. But I did make off with two of the sesame balls afterwards, as no one else seemed to want them. So I have my treat. Jet helped me decide to get a vanilla cream cake roll, too, so I am not bereft of caloric goodies.
We spent the afternoon making Granny Squares, playing Kingdom Hearts, and dyeing wool, as Jet really wanted to dye wool. I now have another four ounces of BFL sitting in my bucket, awaiting coloring decisions and I just can't deal with it. Jet and I each did two ounces, enough for socks or mittens for him, but little enough for anything else. I probably should have just spread the other two ounces out, but it was plenty for a single sheet of plastic to handle. I really wanted autumn colors anyway...
Then we had dinner, Okinawan style noodle soup from Hawaii, frozen and shipped to the high desert, and Jet and I ate those while John had green chile stew. Then the last three week's worth of Avatar while I spun.
Between the spinning deadline (which was near the beginning of the month), the writing deadline each day (normally not urgent, but I'm realizing it's very important to me), my homework deadline, my scheduled times at the OUR center and Jet's classroom, and my mental deadline of having the Phoenix done before December in order to try and figure out a knitting show then I'm really starting to stress.
What kind of makes it worse is knowing that most of those deadlines are self-imposed. Crown Mountain has been very, very forgiving about how long this is taking me. The writing doesn't *HAVE* to be done, at all, much less every day. The homework has been something that doesn't HAVE to get done, as they're very forgiving as well. The OUR center is just grateful I show up at all, much less that I actually get something done at a particular time. The beds can wait for winter under a bunch of crap as easily as it can under a nice carpet of crushed leaves. The knitting stuff is all self-imposed as well. The only thing I have that has an outside requirement is Jet's classroom as his teacher expects me to be there to help her out with what she wants to get done, and she makes her plans with me in mind. It's good to be needed in at least one thing.
But all the rest is just self-imposed, and part of my brain is going, "This is so STUPID..."
I've let go of the garden, in a sense. I'm hanging onto the writing like I'm digging fingernails into a cliff. I'm finishing the camel down as quickly as is feasible given the dimensions I actually do need to hit. The knitting is partially for my sanity, but it's killing my hands between it, the spinning, AND the writing.
Okay, AND the hour to hour and a half of Kingdom Hearts Jet and I are playing pretty much every day. It's time we get together and it's really something we're both enjoying a lot. It's important to my sanity in a different way. Though, admittedly, all my dreams, now are in the format of Kingdom Hearts, along with the big, green triangle "PUSH" button for critical hit time.
My hands may be my limiting factor in the end. We'll see if they survive the month. I thought about telling my massage therapist, "And here you thought I wouldn't need you if I stopped working..." My upper body had been a real mess.
Luckily, I'm down to my last two ounces out of sixteen, of the camel down, so I should be done with that, at least, at the beginning of the week, next week. Then I'm down at least one major hand wrecking thing. We'll see if I'm even offered another job, if this one took too long for them. If it didn't, then I really do know the pressure isn't on with them, and I can just pace myself better next time.