Lately I’m feeling fresh out of interesting things to write about. Not only have I not written here, but I haven’t been especially active on the couple of message boards I frequent, I’m not answering my emails, and worst of all, I haven’t done a single thing for Mosaic Minds and our submission deadline is tomorrow.

What I have been doing is crocheting, playing computer games, and trying to slog my way through One Hundred Years of Solitude. I’ve made a couple of cute baby hats and I started on a new afghan that I really like, though I’m afraid it will have to be turned into a scarf because the cost of yarn here is so prohibitively expensive that it would end up costing me $200-300 US to make an entire blanket. I don’t have many complaints about Sweden, but the price of yarn being ten times as much as good old Red Heart back home is something worth complaining about, in my book. The computer games are such a mindless waste of time that it hardly bears writing any more about, and the book is just frustrating me to no end. It’s a very good book with an engrossing storyline, so I can’t explain, even to myself, why I’m finding it so difficult to get through. I guess it’s just one of those books.

And now Lydia is standing in the doorway sighing exaggeratedly and sending pointed looks my way, which is her not-so-subtle way of telling me that she wants the computer back. Just as well I leave it to her, I suppose, and put this entry out of its misery.