I will not be blogging tonight. I will not be blogging and I will not be looking at other blogs either. I won't collapse on the couch with a sigh and turn on the TV, then grab my knitting and sink into the evening. I won't open the GM's laptop and upload a few photos and head to Blogger and click 'New Post'.
I will do none of these things because if I don't finish this bl@#*y book soon, I might as well send the white flag up the pole. It has been weeks, at a rate of about half a page a night, two pages if I'm feeling sprightly. And now that Monsieur Ozu has finally entered the fray, things are actually moving along and I'm enjoying the story, so I can't even blame the slow beginning for this sloooooooow progress.
And I'm whipping up a Milo for my nephew's first birthday, oh, nearly two months ago. "Whipping up" as in knitting about four stitches every three days, and making a significant mistake halfway through the yoke requiring ripping back and starting over. I'm not frustrated at all. Nor even slightly sarcastic.
So I won't be blogging tonight. Sorry to disappoint. I'm off to bed to try and make some headway on that book so that I might finally be able to join in the Yarn Along with something new someday soon.