Unmet

Thursday night, knitting group at the library in Bogart time, but without me.  The week after I went the first time, there was snow and ice, then last week Briton needed my car, and tonight, well, I just didn't feel like it.  I've been feeling so not like it lately, as a matter of fact, that I cancelled my therapy session yesterday.  When you're too depressed to go to therapy, s+*t has long since hit the fan. 

I've used up all the red and green DMC floss my two cross-stitch Christmas trees need, so there's nothing interesting going on there. Knitting-wise, I'm working on two scarves and one jackety thing made from three rectangles: one long one for the body, two smaller ones for the sleeves.  The temptation to start a new cross-stitch project is great, but I'm trying to fight it.