My week in colours

I am actually more disciplined than I ever thought I could be.

The weekly schedule does not leave much time for sudden impulses although there are plenty of little white spots for not only going by bus and train (transport time is included in the white) but also delays in traffic and cuddling cats - and a bit of knitting.
Having the week planned, and having a rather fixed schedule keeps me sane and organized. Otherwise I do think I would be stressed out, living in a big mess with no clean clothes to wear.
And even if cold and dark winter mornings do not exactly make you jump out of bed and onto the yoga mat, that daily hour of ashtanga adds more to my general wellbeing, physically and mentally, than an hour of sleep.
And I have managed to keep both Friday and Saturday free to go to concerts, or dinners or to go dancing. (Even if I'm usually too bloody tired to.)

Still it does pi** me off quite a bit when a friend of mine, who has no job (inheritance makes it not so necessary) whines about stress caused by having to do both laundry and shopping in one and the same day.
(And when I have to decline an invitation because I have to prepare for Friday's seminar I get the reply that "well, maybe you should learn to plan better".)
I love her, but I wish she would try living in the "real" world.
Not necessary "my" world, but just one which does hold responsibilities and deadlines - and bringing home enough to pay the rent and feeding the cats, and buy a bit of yarn once in a while.

This is by no means meant as a complaint.
It is my own choice, and I am strangely happy.
Getting my degree means enough for me to live like this until I have it, even if it may not be as fun as it could be.
And seeing a beautiful pair of shoes does sometimes make me long for the days of having a real job and a real salary.
But those days will come again.
And there will always be beautiful shoes

Yawn

The return of a week with 40 hours at work, 16 hours of university courses, 8 hours of public transportation (with no calm quality time for knitting or reading), and 12+ hours of preparing for courses (not including the three papers I'm working on in order to be well-prepared for summer's exams) has left me just generally tired and a bit overwhelmed.
Even if I really should be used to it by now.
It's nothing new.
I just wish I had witty insightful things to tell, or extraordinary evidence of knitting and sewing skills to show off.
Or at least just a pretty kitty picture.

But: nada.

Once that the work, and the coursework, and the cleaning, and the laundry, and the other practical, everyday things are done, there is not much batterylife left in me.
Still, if my camera had not vanished I could have proven that knitting is actually taking place - and that the cats are still as beautiful as they are bad.
I have cast on for the amazing Elfin Bride, even if it terrifies me as much as it excites me.
And I'm well through the front of Elizabeth I.
Mostly because ....
The Simple Knitted Bodice has me bored to tears. And I'm not even sure if I really like it.
And I don't think I want to finish Vigdis at all, a realization I wish I had come to before I was nearly done, having only the back to finish.

And I really should be working right now.

Hrmpf

Well, the very nice man I finally found and had a very nice interview with in the wasteland called the free port, has decided that while I am lovely and interesting and obviously competent and qualified (which it is always nice to be told), they would like someone with a more mercantile background.
And better sense of direction and map reading abilities (my addition).