Not good.  Bad.  Horrific.  Ass kicking.  Eye gouging. 

That describes my day.  Spend 5 hours in a meeting with SERIOUS problems that must be solved tomorrow morning 9am with less than 24 hours notice–and see how you feel.  Maybe one of the worst days in my career, realized it when my head hit the table in the conference room.  Probably going to get worse tomorrow.  And Friday, all hell may break loose.  Valentines schmalentines.

I’ve finished the first 76 rows of the shawl and am into the first of 3 pattern repeats.  Only said fuck 3 times in a row on Sunday night.  Thank Jevus (random The Simpsons reference) I ran a lifeline.