I really do want to learn how to knit. I may ask my family for knitting classes for Christmas. And maybe learn to embroider. Because when I see pieces like this bird and berry pullover by Franklin, I just melt. I want to make little sweaters for Kavi, and then embroider them with fire lizards and rocket ships. (Probably not on the same piece.)
Did finish the grading for my morning class, but now I must tear myself away from the knitting sites (my hands are itching anyway, so it's probably just as well) and grade for my afternoon class. In two hours I get to go home and crochet socks for Kevin. It's an amazingly good way to relieve election stress, because if I weren't obsessing about crocheting, I'd be reading fivethirtyeight and trying not to vomit from the terror that it may still go horribly wrong.
Kevin is NO HELP AT ALL, as he is not at all confident that Obama will win. Argh. I think he's just being a pessimist, but I'm not sure. He is almost always right about everything. (And yes, that can be a little annoying to live with.) So if he says it could go either way, well, argh!!!
Grade, teach, stop at yarn store, go home and crochet. It's a stunningly beautiful day (high of 72), so I may also finish planting the bulbs for my condo this afternoon. Gardening is probably at least as good as crocheting for distraction, I bet. And digging into hard clay-ish soil takes enough effort that I might work off some of my frustration.
Students, if you're reading this, I hope you give me a little credit for actually showing up today, much less being coherent in class. As I was walking into the building, some students were walking out, talking about how their professor had cancelled the class because he was 'ill'. Yeah, right. I know that ill whereof you speak, and I still made it in.