Exhausted

Where did the weekend go? I got home from my contract job Friday, sat in my computer chair to do (overdue) freelance, and when I got back up, it was 7a Monday morning. This is what happens when I say "yes" to clients instead of "sure, but can you send the check for those closed projects first?" I haven't checked my blog (Yahoo!) email, just the work (this domain) one, so please know I haven't ignored you. In the past 2 weeks I've helped launch a number of online initiatives as well as created presentations and promotions. I'm exhausted.

The one fun thing we did this weekend was get together with some friends who are moving up to Seattle and won't be able to take along all their wine. Woohoo! BF peeled me off the chair and took me for a much-needed mariination in some good old reds. Bordeaux... woodsy. Chardonnay... crisp with a hint of sweetness. Cab... fruity. And they all went so well with the Thai food. Everyone there was a climber as well, so you know all we did was talk about climbing (like knitting, it's a drug). We were invited to take home some lovely wines as well; I quickly grabbed a couple of 2001s and BF went for the Gallics. We have our preferences. I know. I'm blabbing. Tired. *whine whine whine!* ;-)

I sent my squares in to Annie. I never took a picture of them; they're the pink ones made of Cascade 220. Somehow I didn't think taking a picture of them was... appropriate, if I can use that word. Like I felt there was something sacrosanct about knitting a square that would help to create an afghan that would comfort someone who just went through a tragedy. For me it was a contribution that needed no fanfare. I don't know. Does anyone else feel that way?

Blogs focusing on animal rescue in New Orleans: JustThinkingAboutIt's September 27 entry. Pets over at Eric's Dog Blog. Flickr member Danakay on rescuing animals post-hurricane.

An informative piece on the H*mm@r, and some food for thought, James Howard Kunstler's The Long Emergency: Surviving the End of the Oil Age, Climate Change, and Other Converging Catastrophes of the Twenty-first Century . Surely, one for the booklist.