Lately, all I want to do is work on renovating the house or knit. I painted our bedroom and got new furniture and put up shelves and framed artwork and painted a mirror all in one week. That amount of work on our house would usually take me a matter of months (who am I kidding? That amount of work on our house would usually take me years). Not only did I do all that in a week, but I've almost finished the first sleeve of Brad's sweater in that same timeframe.

These days I'm wishing I'd signed up for Ravelry sooner. When I first heard about it, I was doing pretty much no knitting and I figured by the time the thing was finally out of beta, I'd be about ready to check it out. Now I obsess and check my place in line every day (currently there are 9894 people ahead of me in line to get in on the beta). Drat.

I think what's going on is that I'm in full-steam-ahead nesting mode. I blame the impending winter, glaring at me from the next page of the calendar. This happens to me every year at this time. I retreat into my cave, which I try to make as cozy and appealing as possible because I know I'll be stuck in it for far too long. I could mope about it, and I generally do spend a few weeks in September and October moping about it, but I always come around to the conclusion that the better thing to do (for my mental health) is to make myself as busy as possible making things, or making things better. It's bad for my social life and for my reading list (no way I'll make it to 50 books this year, unless I start listening to audio books while I do all these things) but that's the price I have to pay to not be completely nuts.