Or a long drive anyway.

I had to drive to Seattle yesterday for a meeting. That’s 9 hours of driving for a 6 hour meeting. I left home at 5:00 AM. I arrived back home at 9:30 PM, tired to the bone and fell into bed. On the way up I made the mistake of stopping at McD’s for breakfast. Bad idea. Imagine driving and driving and driving, and then sitting and sitting and sitting, and then driving and driving and driving, all with a stomach that is mightily pissed off that you put such junk into it. Oh yeah, it was not a pretty sight.

All I can say is thank the universe for free coffee and Oreo cookies at all of the Washington rest areas along I-5. I’m not as young as I used to be, and I’m not sure I would have made it without those cookies. Yum.

I could have flown. But, what with airport travel time on both ends, going through security, etc., it takes 3 hours to fly to Seattle. I could have taken the train (and that would have been my preferred method) but I would have to go up the night before and I just didn’t want to. So I drove.

On the knitting front, not much progress. Clapotis #2 sits forlornly in its bag, glaring balefully at me as I ignore it. Tilt, that I had planned to have finished last weekend, is all finished except for the sleeves. I’ve made it up to the wrists and no further. The PNW Shawl… still holding at the seagulls. And the lovely Lorna Laces goldhill socks? Well… I have the toes 1/2 done. Judy’s Magic Cast-On toes, of course, and lovely toes they are. The socks will be lovely, too, if I ever finish them.

Do you know what Judy needs?

More time.