I am making a concerted effort to appreciate just how good my life is. Life sure isn't perfect, but it's good. Rich & I have been looking for a new apartment for what seems like an eon, but the relatively low rent gives me more in the pocketbook for yummy yarn and fabric (like the rosy coral silk velvet I found on the remnant rack at Michael Levine's -- 50% off!) My current apartment is a hopeless mess (what's the point of cleaning when we'll be packing & moving soon anyway?), but the time not spent cleaning is free to be spent being crafty.
And even when I'm feeling crappy (stayed home sick on Tuesday), I'm rarely feeling too sick to knit. So, how bad can it be?