I Wish I was A Robot. I'd be HAL.

Oh, you do not want to know what I'd like to explore right now. Suffice it to say, I'm walking around my office muttering "bad word, bad word, increasingly foul bad word" (because mere bad words are not enough.) But enough about work.

Am I the only person left in the secular/non secular world that was unaware that the Forty Days of Lent, isn't? It's more like 47 days if you stop short of Easter. Sundays don't count? What kind of scurrilous logic is that? So fie on it all. I did my 40 Days and then.........well, I sort of ran amuck yesterday. Bought this (they were out of the Kali bags, fyi), picked up:
Women of the Twelfth Century, Volume 1 : Eleanor of Aquitaine and Six Others,
Queen Isabella : Treachery, Adultery, and Murder in Medieval England,
Her Majesty's Spymaster: Elizabeth I, Sir Francis Walsingham, and the Birth of Modern Espionage,
The Secret History of Domesticity: Public, Private, and the Division of Knowledge,
The Uncrowned Kings of England: The Black History of the Dudleys and the Tudor Throne, and 1066: The Hidden History of the Bayeux Tapestry.

Not to mention what I picked up at the library. Ha. I am so not coming up for air come Tuesday. Except maybe a road trip or short trip w/Sheri. I'm actually kind of thinking Taos, NM, but can it be done in 3 days? Four?

Tulips from the rain soaked back yard.
I was at Carrie Scribe's the other day discussing our notebooks, so I thought I'd share mine. One stays with my knitting and is sort of a log of projects, diary and list of projects/patterns I want to make someday and where the pattern is. Fancy cover, eh? I have pretty bound books, but I never seem to use them more than once or twice. They don't lay open. Not unless you crack the spine and I've been yelled at too many times to do that (without guilt).

The other I drag around in my purse (and it shows). It's knitting, addresses, books I see that I want, notes, the occasional list of food I ate that day, etc. The Decrease Row page is what I tried in desperation because I must have ripped out this sweater 1800 times while I was waiting for my car to be fixed - nothing like spending six hours in an automotive shop. They were very solicitious. They would have ferried me somewhere, but hey, I was getting more done there than at home.

Scarlett Street with Edgar G. Robinson was much more satisfying. A girl in love with a cad playing an unhappily married man for a fool. It had more to do with his being a great albeit undiscovered and insecure artist than his marriage, but still played for a fool. There's murder, there's a frame, there's a set up and sadly there's guilt and remorse but luckily it's all too, too late.

Layer Cake is up next, then The Detective. Somewhere in there I am going to finish the other two repeats of the Adamas Shawl and the edging (and possibly the blocking) by Easter Sunday. Or I will wear it on the needles.

Anyone watching the History Channel's limited series Ten Days that Changed America? One of them had to do with the atomic bomb (timely! for me), the assasination of McKinley (which is how Teddy Roosevelt rode into office, he was the Vice Pres at the time), the massacre of the Pequot Indian tribe in the 1600's (led the way for the whole Manifest Destiny bit) and tonight - Elvis!!

House tonight. It's Tuesday, right?

Oh, and Carie of Chatterbox, if you're around, write in. Your blog and email vanished and now I'm a bit worried about you.