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I’m still working on the mohair shawl after rethreading the needles through all those open stitches. I am just trying to use up the last of that yarn. It’s not the last though, there’s more somewhere. It lurks, waiting in the dark recesses of the closet, silently mocking me.

The shawl is just miles and miles of stockinette stitch. It’s quite mindless and soothing, which is something I need at the moment.

So I have my official start date for my school, the kids curriculum outlined for the year and two + months of their planned schoolwork residing in MS Office and copies on my flash drive, as well as a full list of menus for our household. I believe this organizational anomaly represents a rift in the time/space continuum and may potentially signal the end of life as we know it. I don’t believe I was the cause of the rift, but if I was, I’m really sorry.

Of course none of this organizational genius can prevent me from having to do the magical printer dance every Monday, whereby a very secret and ancient ritual I convince my laptop that yes, the printer on our home network does indeed exist. I loathe MS Office for this reason. I loathe the magical printer dance.

Back to the mohair of evil and the soothing stockinette of brainlessness.