Sweet, sweet Jeebus it was freezing cold this morning!
I got to bed late last night (hey thanks The Amazing Race: All Stars! and adios princecitas Oswald and Danny) and when I woke up this morning it was cold and dark and I really, really did not want to get out of bed. But I did. Lurching around my room like a zombie in search of robe and slippers (if zombies shiver and cough like they are hacking up an undead lung that is). Fast forward to a freezing cold bathroom and a hot, hot shower which gave rise to a thought process around the concept of staying under that stream of warm deliciousness forever.
An hour and a half, two train rides and some steely resolve later and I'm trudging the 20 minute trudge from the train station to the office in my big English cashmere & wool coat, scarf and somewhat pinched face. I'd like to think I looked Wintery and stylish and so very European, but suspect the effect is more cranky Teletubby than Milan catwalk.
So many pretty word pictures, right? Anyhoo, that's been my morning so far but let's press on.
In a bid to try and rid myself of this kennel cough I stayed in last night and consequently subjected myself to some bad television. Specifically, Pirate Master which is the sort of show where people labelled Scientist/Exotic Dancer wear bad pirate drag like they are drummer #2 in an Adam & The Ants cover band, and stomp around a really shoddy piece of art direction talking about how they 'intimidate' others. Right. If being a wanker is intimidating, sure. I suspect what they really mean is "I have a history of problems with people, but I'm not prepared to consider that the fault lies with me.", you know? They cannot be blamed for their fabulousness being a problem for others, obviously.
So. Pirates. Or Survivor: Eye-patch Edition as I came to think of it.
The one thing I did do last night that I'm proud of, and that did not make me want to throw anything at the television, was try some log cabin knitting. Love it! I started knitting some squares for the charity Wrap With Love in preparation for the Knit-In next month. 25cm squares of garter stitch (just basic knit stitch repeated endlessly) are kind of boring to knit, so I thought it'd be a nice little object to give log cabin a try. Fun! I might take a stab at knitting a throw rug for myself at some point using this technique.
My night ended with The Amazing Race: All Stars! to the clack of the needles before I tottered off to bed. And now gentle reader we have basically come full circle in one of the rambliest posts in a good long time.