Yesterday went straight to hell when I left for cello. The lesson itself was great, but it was an hour-long bright spot in a three and half hour-long nightmare of hatred and traffic, the highlights of which were taking three times as long as it should to get to my teacher’s house (I’d planned for twice as long), and waiting twenty minutes on a corner at a stoplight in Ville St-Pierre until people on the street I was trying to turn on to stopped running the amber light only to stop almost n the intersection, and left room for me to turn onto the street I needed to be on. (I am leaving out the people who shoot along the shoulder of a road past a line of cars and then try to merge into the lane of traffic they just skipped because it was too slow for them [hello! you are part of the problem!], the idiocy of rerouting due to construction and not marking the reroute clearly, and the fact that it should only take fifteen minutes to my teacher’s house then thirty from there to pick up the boy.) The boy didn’t get to bed till eight-thirty; we were still eating at seven-thirty, his usual bedtime. The best part of the latter half of the day was snuggling in bed with him under warm covers in the dim room lit softly by his tiny glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, listening to Matt Haimovitz’s recording of Bach’s first solo cello suite while the boy rested an arm around my neck, tucked his head next to my cheek, and fell asleep.

But today is a brand new day, and it is snowing mightily with gusts of enthusiastic wind. Environment Canada has an official weather warning out for high winds and piles of snow in a comparatively brief period of time. And my big conundrum of the day is:

Do I start the freelance assignment, or do I spin Jan’s yarn from the fibre I dyed?

The freelance assignment is only due Monday. It is, however, really long. Jan’s yarn, on the other hand, is due Friday night, and will entail something like 275 yards or a quarter of a kilometer of spinning the singles, which will then need to be plied.

Actually, what I’ll probably do is half and half. I need Jan’s yarn to be done by Thursday night so I can set it and hang it to dry on Friday, and if I don’t at least open the freelance assignment and handle the first quarter of it (a separate file with a bunch of marketing info) I will feel very guilty, which will make me cranky.

I wonder if orchestra will be cancelled tonight.

ETA: Woo-hoo, orchestra’s cancelled! Not that I don’t love orchestra, it’s just, well, a night off sounds lovely.

ETA even later: I do not like how this is spinning up at all. It’s so pale that if ‘autumn pastel’ were a colourway, this spun fibre would be the illustration in the catalogue next to it. I’m currently overdyeing the remaining 1.5oz with more rust, gold, and a cup of brown dye. The tones need to be deeper.