things that aren't fun

I was house-sitting again, and I went out of town for a few days, and while I was gone, someone dumped a corpse on my front lawn. A human one. Fortunately, by being out of town, I missed the entire media circus and mess and only heard about it. They caught the killer quickly. The victim was a teenage girl. I was grateful that I hadn't been home to discover the body. But everywhere I went for days, the murder was the topic of discussion, and I kept having to politely ask people to talk about something else, since it was my lawn the thing had been dumped on, thank you very much.

That was my dream last night. I slept for, oh, about 20 hours. I don't really know why or how I slept that long. I think other people's dreams are usually really boring to read, so I stopped typing mine out here a while ago. But I figure they might be mildly interesting if I only type up the weird-yet-coherent ones and do so as if they really happened.

Tonight... I guess I'm going to go out and look for the new issue of Interweave Knits.

Oh, yesterday I finished the back piece of the sweater I'm making. I can't start on the front until I enlist someone to hold the hank of yarn while I wind it into a ball. The front has a big cable, so I'll be making my first cable... which really isn't that exciting, as cables are, psst!, pretty easy. I also worked on jewelry yesterday. Have met my match in the gemstone lariat from hell... every gemstone bit has a tiny, tiny hole, so that I can't even get the needle all the way through some of them. Hiss.

The Wenzel gets spayed on Tuesday!