bedlamsbard | (no subject)

Today was one of my less productive days, at least academically. In my defense, I cast on for a new knitting project (Winnow, from Knitty, in Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock "Harvest"; yes, I've basically had the pattern printed and the yarn bought since First Fall came out, but I was on my shawl high until a couple weeks ago when I switched abruptly to socks) and yesterday I wrote a paper, and, well, even if I didn't read that book about medieval Christianity or that other book about medieval Christianity or do back-Latin, I did read Measure for Measure and turn in my add/drop form for Shakespeare II and do my Latin homework for tomorrow, even if I have no idea what "sustulisti" means. (That wasn't even part of the assignment! I just thought, well, I did the first ten sentences, maybe I should do the other three, and then I hit a word I couldn't figure out and decided that I should actually eat dinner. But I'm really frustrated by the word. It's probably something stupidly obvious.)

Maybe I'll write before I go to bed. Or maybe just knit more. Well, I should finish the pattern repeat, yeah? Just so I'm not confused tomorrow?