*I'm on my third week of knitting hiatus. I just can't bring myself to knit a stitch, and am not sure if it's the insufferable heat, the inertia of unemployment, or just blocked mojo due to a promised knitting project I've been dreading because I just can't figure it out.
So, I'm having to resort to non-knitting topics for blog fodder, but it's not like it's the first time.
Non-knitting topic #1, or, How to Become Nauseous in 2.3 Seconds Flat:
This is the second time this week my computer has crashed and given me the blue screen. I refuse to call it the blue screen of death, as I don't see the words "fatal error" anywhere in that indecipherable message, but it is still cause for alarm. I wish I knew which hardware or software was causing the problem, but it's really impossible to know. I suspect it might be my wireless mouse, as I was right-clicking the last time it happened. If so, that's easily remedied -- buy a new mouse, uninstall the old mouse with its bad driver. Or else it's an issue with my Firefox browser, which would be a real bummer, since I use it almost exclusively these days and have customized it out the wazoo. No secret that Microsoft is not a friend of competitor Mozilla.
I suppose it's time to back up My Documents -- haven't done that in about a year. I may need a new 'puter sooner than I expect.
Non-knitting topic #2, or, My Nightly Visitor:
That cutey-pie tuxedo cat has visited my front porch every evening this week. He seems very friendly -- doesn't run away but actually comes to the door when I approach. My girls tend to react as indoor cats do, which is to howl and hiss at the offending interloper, but they soon calm down and just watch.
Casey, the calico on the right, (who is allowed out on the front porch because she is the trustworthy and responsible one who doesn't stray far), eventually sat on the porch with this Tuxedo Cat for good long while and no kitty-spit was sprayed. I think they might be friends now. I imagine them having kitty-cat conversations, and that the Tuxedo Cat talks in a British accent, because, well, he's quite refined, dontcha know.
I sure hope that Tuxedo Cat has a home. He/she is really sweet, but two cats in my 900 ft² house are more than enough.
Alrighty, I'm off to conduct more non-knitting activities.
I see the heat is supposed to break on Sunday. Perhaps that will help the mojo.