Here, There & Everywhere

Well, this week has been hectic.

I was away from home for six days on a business trip and during that time I got shamefully little done in terms of knitting.

Certainly, I did a lot of work-work. I formatted a lot of spreadsheets, I wrote a lot of emails, I worked face-to-face with a lot of new and often endearing people. However, I am completely exhausted from traveling and living in an unfamiliar place. As I have previously established, I am a creature of habit and without my habitual spaces and people, I get a little... loopy.

Maybe it was due to the sleep deprivation-- after all, I was sleeping on weird, not-my-pillows; there was no cat trying to eat my feet; there was no boyfriend's comforting presence. Maybe it was due to the stress of my job-situation. Maybe it was the on-going foraging for food... and let me just digress for a moment to say that I am frustrated that in high-stress situations, people (I am also guilty of this, though I try not to be) tend to admire it when their coworkers/fellows disregard their very human, biological needs in favor of 'working hard'.

I'm going to come out and say it: it is not admirable to forego food, sleep, water, or any other physical needs for the perceived importance of work. Unless you are saving lives directly, maybe it's okay to take a break and eat a granola bar or down a bottle of water. I swear, I was dodging hate-glares because I, at a point, stopped and said 'you know, I'm parched, I'm going to grab a drink, do you want something?' Is that so very terrible? Dehydration is apparently an accurate measurement of how dedicated you are to your job. Sure it is.

Anyway. I did very few things I enjoyed while away. Which is just a different kind of shameful.

I made a little progress on a project I started with my birthday yarn-- I would make more, but I find that I'm knitting much tighter than usual, resulting in a somewhat painful experience (care of Chiagoo's awesome lace tips). But! It's coming along.

I'm calling these 'Celtic Vulcan', due to the split in the fingers.

Ultimately, my time away (as it always does) made me incredibly grateful for my home. My boyfriend had a home-cooked meal prepared for me when I walked in the door (seriously, he is objectively the best boyfriend ever), the cat put aside his "I'm not paying any attention to you" mannerisms for a while and we all sat, watched a silly show on Netflix, and reconnected. 

There is little that is better in this world than coming home.