Cranky Afternoon

I have a lot to do. Really. And I have done a lot already. None of it is the Middle East Conflict solving stuff, or curing cancer or developing sheer stockings that will never run. I have real things to do like cleaning the cat box, reupholstering the damn couch that I have hostile feelings for (long story, not blog-able) and painting, repainting and putting baseboard and/or 1/4 round on 75% of my house.

But all I want to do is eat chocolate eggs, drink coffee and knit.

And scream into the abyss from time to time. Mostly about that friggin' couch.