Do You Ever...

Catch yourself thinking or doing something subconsciously?

Like counting your stitches as you knit even when you don't need to?

I hope I'm not the only one.

At lunch I cast on for the first sleeve of my Cabaret Raglan. I finished the entire body last night, and I am hopeful that it will fit after modeling it against my body last night. It's a little (or maybe a lot) longer than I'd like, but I now realize that I should have accounted for my (apparently) unusually short torso, even though I only made it the length specified for the extra small while I am making the medium size. And, no, I'm not short. By all American standards I've seen, I'm exactly average at 5'4". I will wear it, I think, too long or not. (Note to self: next time, either use a provisional cast on and start halfway up so I can knit down to appropriate length or alter pattern to be top-down. Wow, I feel like a real knitter when I say that.) Maybe I will finish the sweater this weekend if I work really, really hard at it. I think I can do it.

Did you know that I'm lucky? I don't mean this in a general way, because I tend to think all bad luck/good luck pretty much equals out, and that most things in my life are not the result of luck, but are the results of what I put into my life. I just mean that I get to go home every day for lunch (I live that close) and that James, too, gets to go home every day for lunch, and we, every day, get to eat lunch together and chill for a few minutes in the middle of the work day. So nice. The only downside is the occasional day (like today) when I wear black pants and our solid white, long-haired cat rubs against my legs all during lunch so that everyone at work can admire my cat hair-covered pants in the afternoon. Thanks, again, Sugar.