Dec. 7th, 2011

green_dreams: (commit no nuisance)
I am emerging from the sort of fuzzy haze of coughing bits up that has shrouded the last week, and it's occurring to me that it's oh god December December seventh waugh holidays year-end gifts flail.

(I like to think it's a bit more dignified than that. Also, I have now for the first time ever actually gone and bought an app for my phone. It's a Cthulhu countdown to Christmas, and forget the bit about it being less than a coffee at a coffee shop; it's less than a coffee at Tim Horton's. Innsmouth Press mentioned it.)

(Anyway.)

And there is something I am feeling strongly ambivalent about.[1]

(1) I am aiming to read 83 books this year. I've read a lot more than just books, mind--magazines and individual stories and etcetera--but I am aiming for the books. I am at 75. (I am also partway through five, at the moment--possibly six--so this isn't as difficult as it might sound.)

(2) I am aiming to get something knit for my mother and sister this year.

I cannot reasonably aim to do both. I might be able to get both done, but planning to do both will have me frazzle and burn out and result in neither knitting nor reading being fun, and that is sort of the antithesis of what those activities are supposed to be like. So... thoughts?
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[1] Not ambiguous.
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