All morning, I’ve been sitting here thinking that, even though I can, at best, do four squares an evening, if I left work early, I could get six done and then I would know if I had enough yarn for seven more.
I can’t actually leave work early, because I have a ton of stuff to do.
But I hear the siren call of the afghan, luring me to come and finish it.
Still, it could be worse. I could be sitting here fretting over the fact that it’s a mere 17 days until The Wolf’s Bane is supposed to come out.