The life of a freelancer is “feast or famine.” Some weeks you laze around until noon, work until 3PM, then knock off for the day – and lie awake at night wondering how long you can hold off paying the cell phone bill before they suspend your service. Other weeks you’ll be up and running from first thing in the morning until nine or ten at night – and have a little party in your mind as the checks roll in.
The last few weeks have been “feast” weeks. Which is pretty great in a lot of ways! But it also tends to deplete my stash of patience with the world. And last night I was completely out of food, so I had to drag my sorry self to the grocery store at about 7PM.
Even at the best of times, you do not wanna cross me at the grocery store. I hate everything about grocery shopping. Grocery shopping on a weekday evening after several weeks of super-long days? BITCH I WILL CUT YOU.
But this one dude, by all appearances a wealthy older tourist, HE DID NOT GET THE MEMO.
Long story short, he survived his encounter, even if he didn’t deserve to. And by the time I finally made it home, I was far too frazzled to cut out tiny pieces of felt and sew them on just so.
Instead, I knit two or three rounds on the second Trekking XXL sock and called it a night.
(The big project ended today, and I’m giving myself a three-day weekend to celebrate. Although by “celebrate” I mostly mean “do laundry and dishes and sort through the giant stack of mail,” but hey.)