In Which The Universe Pats Me on The Head and Says Well Done Peeve!
And my prize!! I entered a contest over at For My Next Project, and I won! I really really like this colourway - and the maple candy was pretty good, too... *burp*
There was also a note in the prize package stating that the Australian Customs people had removed an 85g bag of cat treats from the package and if I cared to pay them $42 they'd send it back overseas - or else they'd DESTROY IT (giving me a mental picture of biohazard suited quarantine officials taking it to a remote area of the Outback and detonating it so as to destroy all possibility of it SPREADING ITS EVIL). So, I'm going to let them. The above picture contains Lulu butt as a protest against such wanton destruction of Stuff She Could Have Eaten.
I also got a delivery of yarn I ordered in my holiday splurge-a-thon - I wasn't expecting this package for a couple of weeks, as I opted for the cheapest possible postage, but it turned up just a week after I ordered it! Pictures tomorrow.
I am halfway through chart 2 of the Sky Seraphim. Pictures later. Probably. Depends on whether I can coordinate me, the knitting and the camera all being in the same room with a fully charged camera battery. It could happen.
Day three of Not Hating Myself. It's going reasonably well overall - I had an okay day, felt like I was back up to speed in a team meeting yesterday, and instead of going straight home tonight we stopped at a park and lay in the sun and talked for a while. It was nice. I keep thinking something must be drastically wrong because while I'm not totally stress free ( I am not, after all, a game show host), I do feel a lot calmer and occasionally even relaxed. It takes constant vigilance though, to try not to fall back into the old thought patterns!
For example, it's my job to make sure the house is reasonably tidy so the cleaner can actually get to the carpet tomorrow. Normally, I would be stressing about this, which would inevitably lead to me despising myself for not doing more housework and being a pathetic failure (hey, my logic chains are a little... casual.... sometimes, okay?). Instead, I'm blogging, and knitting, and looking forward to finishing my book, and all I had to do was look around and say "You know, there's not actually much to be done to clear the decks. It'll take five minutes, I'll feel better afterwards, and good lord, I'm hardly the first woman in the world to hate housework!!"
Eh, maybe I'll just do my tidying and go to bed....