Things Remembered

So on Saturday, as anticipated, I made myself a little nest on my couch and stayed there pretty much all day watching movies.  It was swell.  And also kind of disgusting when I think about how little I actually did in a 24 hour period.  Yea.  It's possible I need to leave my house a little more.


Anyway, at some point on Saturday afternoon I suddenly remembered that I know how to knit, even though it's something I haven't done in approximately 6 months.  I figured I'd give that a shot so that at least I would be able to see progress in my laziness.  So far, so good, this is two days' progress on a pair of socks for my mother:

I really like the yarn, it's soft and cozy feeling.  It's Jawoll Cotton Superwash by Lang Yarns.  I don't know much about it, my mom picked it up because I told her if she bought some sock yarn I'd make her a pair of socks.  I think it's a good trade, I get free yarn and she gets new socks.  Anyone else interested in this type of arrangement, you just let me know. :)


Friday I was at dinner with my old pal Sacha, and while expressing typical existential angst (that would be me expressing the angst - not an uncommon thing) he suggested I check out this book:

He cautioned me that it was over 1,000 pages.  I assured him I could handle it.  He agreed I'm probably up to the challenge.  I'll keep you posted.  I feel like this is one of those important books I probably should have read before now in life, but better late than never eh?  

Anyway, so I was in the bookstore, buying this heavy (both literally and figuratively) book and my brain practically begged me to get something to balance the seriousness, so on my way past the clearance section I picked up this:

The cover makes me cringe, I want to cover it with a grocery bag like in junior high.  I started reading it on my way home (while working very hard to hide the cover so no one would see I was reading a book with lip marks on the front) and it's basically just a slightly classier smut book, but whatever it's entertaining.  It's the literary version of a mindless chick flick, but I don't hate it. :)


Meanwhile, I already miss the weekend, and I'm on my second glass of wine.