Yesterday, I thought up at least five good topics to write about. Unfortunately, they all came to me while I was in front of the copier, and I didn’t write any of them down. So now I can’t remember.

Which means, of course, that I’m going to tell a story that maybe no one will find interesting.

This weekend, I got a new bed. Not really new, but new for me. My uncle’s father died last month, and he had two guest rooms, both with twin beds. When the house sold, I was given the “good” one, which was the newer of the two.

Yes, I realize a twin bed isn’t really moving up in the bed world. But, considering the bed I was sleeping on before was a day bed, I’ll take what I can get.

So, I set up the new bed, which involved taking apart the daybed and moving it into our new guest bedroom—before I moved back in, the room I’m in now was the guest bedroom. After putting the daybed back together in the new guest room, I moved the twin bed in, and for the first time since I moved back in, I have enough room in my room for all of my furniture. Since I can have the bed jutting out into the room, I have more wall space, and finally feel that when I go to bed, my bed isn’t going to fall apart
on me.

One of the side benefits of this room-reorganization is that I moved my yarn catch-all to the other side of the room. This necessitated my removing all of my yarn from the shelves and dumping it on the bed while I moved it to where I wanted it.

Jesus, I forgot I had so much yarn. Seriously, I have enough yarn for five full-sized projects, never mind the mass of lace-weight I have no plans for but have been secretly collection. Yarn enough for seven more pairs of socks. Good thing I like knitting socks.

I don’t think I’ll be buying any more yarn this year at all. Instead, I’m going to try to finish off all the projects I have on the needles now (expect to see that in a post near you soon), and then work on the projects I’ve had planned but haven’t started on.

Of course, this all depends on me not getting distracted by something, like the fall semester of school.

One of these days, I’m going to have to figure out how to read and knit complicated things at the same time.

- “Crooked Teeth,” Plans: Death Cab for Cutie