Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

137.  137 is the number of items I made this year. I know. Want to know the real number? 177.  I know! 137 is the base number, 177 includes, well, baby pants, a handful of plaintain tees (as in the ones of cotton and not my wool knit on that I love), panties (the "test" run ones and the patterns that work oh so well), those Mabels of summer and fall that got a wee bit smaller as the swimming and running laps toned me, a few run of the mill renfrews, and many briars. Dude. Let's just say I knew that number was up there, but when I went through my notebooks and made the final tally (pawing through the pages three times to make sure I wasn't over counting) my mouth fell open.  Yea, I know. Though, I ran my fifth half marathon this year, went to five countries, finished three articles, taught an unholy amount of courses . . . just so many, presented about six conference papers (which two more are being converted to articles and book chapters these days), wro...

Since I've been down for the long haul, well a week really, I have not done much but sleep like a comma patient, sleep some more, and oh sway from a now fading vertigo in the waking hours.  So, I haven't completed my silk lined, herringbone wool, leather elbow patch, silver metal button blazer.  Oh, I will.  Trust me.  Perhaps this weekend I'll be up for tinkering at the sewing machine and iron, pressing the last of the interfacing, sewing the taping, refining and catch stitching seam allowances . . . in some ways that sounds romantic. It is.  In my mind, at least. That being said, an ear infection in my dirty thirties came with a side of vertigo.  Yea, the prolonged recovery is mostly due to the Lupus that makes me mend so very long, but in all reality the infection and vertigo are not Lupus per se.  That aside, I've been on the sofa a bit, watching television (a bad variety, I won't lie), and knitting. Knitting.  A lowering of blood pressu...