5 days til fat(ter) ass.
I’ve recently accepted that I can’t possibly write a novel, knit gifts for half a dozen people, and contain my ass spread all while working full-time. Something has to go, and I’m not so impoverished (this year) that I can’t gift everybody with old navy fleece gloves. So the knitting gifts has to go, except for requested pieces (ie socks for my aunt). If you come here to read about the knitting, forewarned I probably won’t talk about it much again til December.
In the meantime, it’ll be all writing and all fitness all the time. Woo!