One of Those Days

My head is spinning.

This is not meant as a complaint, only an explanation or rationalization.

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Since I was away from Thursday through Sunday afternoon, I kind of lost my weekend to relax. Yes, the trip was relaxing, but it was still work. I had to talk to people, fake interest, and dress appropriately which is never comfortable.

Sunday night I checked email and reviewed some reports for a couple hours. Monday and Tuesday I worked very full days, taking 3 hour breaks from 5 -8 for family and dinner, then back on the computer.

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This afternoon got out of hand. I lost my cool. I let someone get to me (again).

After pacing around shaking in anger and frustration and disbelief I realized there was only one thing to do.

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Weave.

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I ran to the basement and wove about an inch and a half.

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Calm.

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I wonder if it is just me, or does weaving do that for other weavers? If you ever have the opportunity to take a class in weaving, do it. You will not only respect cloth more, but I bet you will find an outlet to make the spinning world still.

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Even if only for an inch or so.