Just the knowledge that a good book is awaiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier.
— Kathleen Norris
sporadic \spuh-RAD-ik\, adjective:
Occurring singly, or occasionally, or in scattered instances.
I woke up before 6:30AM this morning, and I just kept thinking about knitting. Hopefully I won’t do so tomorrow. I did knit a good amount of inches today. I still have about 12 more to go until I make the hole ad 16 until I finish the scarf. I’ve grown to like the yarn and the deep red colour. Secretly, I want to buy many red wardrobe items, but never really can. I wear blue the most.
In the afternoon, I bought some things for mom and dad, got stitch holders, zip loc bags, and I hopped on a bus (running into the loquacious Jacob) to get a big Moleskine journal (my addiction) and natural deordorant.
Must get through this week.