Back to the sticks...

I have picked up my knitting again in the last couple of days. Finished up a pair of socks for child #3. When those were done I pulled out a sweater I had started in the most gorgeous shade of green alpaca. The back and most of the front pieces were finished. But I had been avoiding it because I had been away from it so long that I was afraid I would never be able to figure out where I had left off on the pattern. I think I mostly figured it out, and it seems that I can fudge the places where I need decrease extra stitches on the neck line so my stitch count ends up where it should be. My goal is to finish the fronts today (about 4" left to go). Then I will only have the sleeves and sewing it together. I'm slightly worried that I don't have enough yarn. So I will knit both sleeves at the same time, and if I need to make it 3/4 length sleeves, so be it.

Tomorrow I must go and do a dreaded deed. My heart has been broken for a couple weeks thinking about it. I know it must be done. So I will go and do it. Sigh... Afterwards, I have made plans to spend time with family and friends, hoping that they will shore up my resolve and get me headed back into life.

The job front is in limbo. I have a really good position where I am one of two finalists. My final interview is done, and now I am waiting for the other candidate to finish. There is an offer of a another job on the table, but it is not as good of a fit, so I am waiting until I hear on the first one. As always, I am cruising the job sites, looking for more potential future employers. I will be glad when this season of my life is behind me.

Today is the anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks. When I remember that, my problems seem so small.