I had a very strange dream last night. I seemed to be back in high school, first day of senior year, only it wasn't anywhere close to the same building layout. The people were still the same. My HS assigned the lockers in alphabetical order, and we had a tiny class, so I had the same group of people around my locker since junior high. Those people showed back up in the dream. However, for some reason, I didn't get a class schedule like everyone else, and when I went to the office to get one, they said that they had a package for me. It was one skein of a rough, rainbow coloured yarn (you know, primary, Crayola rainbow colors) and another skein of the same colorway, but batting. (Sorry, I don't know what the proper word for a hunk of batting is, so I used skein.) My first thought was "This is great, but I don't know how to spin! What am I going to do?!" When I looked back down at it, it had turned itself into a spun skein of yarn, but now I wonder if my subconscious is telling me something...I've also been wondering more about crocheting, but I already have enough projects, knitting and non-knitting, to last me until Kingdom come. We'll see.
I do have the first of the Cloverleaf socks done, and a respectable portion of the second. Done a couple more rows on Rogue (that seems to be the story of my life lately), and almost finished another Log Cabin square last night while watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire again.
Terrified poor Teddie yesterday after running the vaccuum, the garbage disposal, and the dishwasher all in one day. He finally crawled out of hiding around 10p.m. He's definitely much more sociable now, and he will come out and jump up in my lap and such in the evenings, but during the day, he pretty much stays in his cabinet. No sprawling out and sleeping in the sunshine for this kitty, I guess. Maybe he's a vampire kitty, sort of like a feline Bunnicula. I haven't noticed any white food leftover, though.
Steve finally gave me an answer. We're not going to try again right now. We might at some point in the future if we want to, but not now. Definitely not the answer I wanted to hear, but somehow, I feel better at least knowing. He's still my best friend, though, and I think part of the comfort is knowing that. Doesn't always make it easier, but it does help. I will still be hurt and jealous if and when he goes out with any other girl, though, but oh well. I've been hurt and jealous before. And, hell, both he and I know that there is no one like me!