  I've been grumpy for the last few days, which isn't very common for me. Cynicism, maybe, hot-headedness, definitely, but not grumpiness. I feel like my life isn't making the progress I would like it to and I'm frustrated about it, but I can't figure out a good way to fix it.
Living in the moment has never been a strong suit of mine. I plan, that's just how I am. But I can't plan this. Contributing to the grumpiness (or possibly symptomatic of it) is the fact that I have had to rip out the sleeve I'm knitting about 4 times so far. When I decided to make this sweater, I chose a yarn that was a close match for gauge, but not exact. Though I have been mostly successful in retooling the pattern, I haven't yet gotten my head around shaping sleeve caps and the instructions for the original yarn aren't correct either, so adapting this part of the pattern has been hard.
I already have one sweater that has been abandoned because of the sleeve cap issue and I barely eeked out another (damn that Debbie Bliss). I'm really hoping that last night's version will work when I try to sew it up today. I also seem to have a rash. I'm thinking it is the detergent I've been using lately. I've always been a Surf girl, but I bought ALL last time because it was on sale.
Now I have a red, splotchy, (surprisingly non-itchy so far) rash on my torso, back and legs - the places where my clothes are fit closely. So I suppose I will spend the National Day of Mourning re-washing every thing I own. If the new detergent doesn't fix things, I guess I'll go see the doc, but docs are terrible at diagnosing skin rashes and I don't really want to waste the time or insurance co-payment to have someone tell me to use a cortisone cream.
I have Charlie's pool party to go to on Saturday (obviously no bikini or swimming for me now, what with the leprosy and all) so I hope that will keep the weekend from being as crappy as the last few days. 
