Today I:

• had a croissant and coffee for breakfast again
• scored two chocolate hazelnut cake rolls
• am having fruit salad, half a scone, and what I think might be an almond croissant for lunch, courtesy of the OKC

I finished knitting the left front of the Vintage Raglan Cargidan last night. This is where it is revealed to you all (assuming you don't know already) that I am a hopelessly anal retentive knitter. (In the common usage sense.) I am, in all likelihood, pre-blocking this cardigan.

This yarn requires a bit of taming, i.e. pre-blocking blocking. There was an internal struggle over whether the button flap should be blocked flat or folded, and as you can see, folded won out because of the angle created by the future V-neck. I also cut the inside of the pocket loose so that I can sew it back on after the pre-blocking.

What to do with a free weekend

Usually, when I am knitting, my boyfriend/ partner/ whatnot talks to me. Or rather, he soliloquizes. This isn't a bad thing. It makes him feel like he is spending quality time with me and is being listened to by a sympathetic audience. Of course, we both know that I am not really listening: I am knitting.

Last night I realized there was something I'd been missing all week. I knew he was going to Philly this weekend, but for some reason, I thought it was on Saturday. It turns out he is actually leaving today. As in, about fifteen minutes after I left for work. (He made sure to buy me cake before leaving. If I were someone else, and he was someone else, I'd think he's about to rendevous with his mistrees and is feeling guilty.) He won't be back until Sunday night, maybe Monday morning. If you add up all the days we have been apart during the five and a half years we have been together you get about a week and a half. Maybe. He always calls me and hates to go, etc.

But I have another take on it.

This is a rare opportunity. I have the "bed" to myself. For two, possibly three, nights. I can use the bathroom in the morning. I could spend all day in a coffeehouse and not worry that he will be waiting for me at home. I could knit and write all day without interruptions - spread my knitting stuff all over the kitchen table without any consideration whatsoever for anyone else's claim to surface space. It is, in truth, a couple days of unexpected freedom!

Except, of course, that I will be waiting around for him to call, because if he can't reach me, he'd worry. And so would I. Because, let's face it - he's going to Philly.

Last night, I:

• had a panini, a bag of chips, and a soy latte at the coffeehouse
• knit
• knit some more