attack of the lazies

You know, I had a grand list of all the things that I was going to get done while on break. They were big sweeping things that I've been trying to find the time to do and it thrilled me to no end that I was going to have a chance to take care of them.

Eh.

Motivation has left the building.

I don't know what my problem is but mostly I just want to nap and watch movies. It doesn't help that my back is being stupid right now but really, I just can't seem to get my bum in gear long enough to work on anything. Artwork has been mostly just a whole bunch of stops and starts. About the only thing I've been doing is chipping away at the border on Babette #1.


I fear it will never end. I've done two rows of green and one row of bright blue. I'm on the row of darker blue and plan to do two more - one purple and one red. My next knitting/crochet project will be gray. Or white. Or beige. I'm all burned out on the color. Its making me twitchy and if I wasn't so darn close to the end I'd probably give up.

Jaws has become something of an obsession since the cable stations are showing it obsessively. For someone like me who has a water phobia, this isn't really something I should be looking at. But this little video I found on youtube kind of takes the sting out of it:

So in between watching that and doing double crochets until I'm blue in the face, I've been hanging out with my furry little friend. Dooley claims me when I am home for longer then ten minutes, he's been a constant shadow. Which finally allowed me to take a photo of him with his new haircut.

Why do I torture you with this? Because its a drastic difference. Don't believe me? Check it out.

Before (this is three months worth of no grooming due to his scratched eye):



After (he is lounging on mom's bed, hence the prolific pinkness everywhere):


I think he's just happy to be able to see and hear again, the fur was taking over.

I took him to the post office with me the other day and got another shot of him hanging out the window.


I'm tempted to give it a shot myself the next time I go out.

I've only got a few days left until I return to the rat race. I'm trying hard not to think about it. Who knows, maybe in the next few days I'll get a burst of energy and accomplish something.

Or not.