I think I said that at least a half a dozen times to my students in my Great American Afghan class this morning. Apologies to those who attended, I was not my most shiny happy self this morning. I mean I knew we were camping on Friday night, but I overestimated how much sleep I would get. I can be quite workable on 3 hours or so. But 30 minutes? Not so much.
But I think the class went well. Knitting up the little critters (3 fish, a crab, and a shell) was fun and our class was filled with great women as usual. The Great American Afghan classes are nearly always on the 2nd Saturday of the month and the squares make a great small project.
The Pea Pod Baby set for my nephew is coming right along as well, although not as fast as I hoped. I’ve been kind of wishy-washy all week though. And life keeps throwing curve balls at me. You know the sort where you don’t know whether to duck or pull out your mitt? I just keep reminding myself that everything happens for a reason. Even if that everything is giving me gas.