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This certainly has been a stressful past couple of days. Everyone in the castle seems rather off. I'm hoping that things will calm down throughout this week, and settle into the usual state of affairs, but then I know there are some things which one can never quite recover from, where it's incredibly naive to hope that "everything will go back to the way it was". I certainly hope this is not one of those times.
So in an effort to force myself to relax and stop fretting, I've brought my knitting basket down to the staffroom and started knitting the scarf for my friend Amy. I've been working on it since lunch and it's coming along quite well already. The chart is fairly easy to follow, though I haven't gotten very far in it, obviously, and there's something very soothing about making loop after loop with my needles and yarn. I'm looking forward to the point where I can start seeing the pattern emerge.
At the moment I've just popped onto the computer in the staffroom to check my email and give my hands a bit of a rest. Most of the journal entires I see at the moment still focus on the incident Friday night, which doesn't surprise me. It may sound like I've forgotten about it and and perfectly happy-go-lucky in the paragraph above, but that is definitely not the case. At the most I've been able to squeeze those thoughts into one corner of my brain and take a little break from them. Though as I knit they tend to resurface, they seem a little less emotionally charged, a little less potent, probably because not all of my brain is focussed on them.
Oh yes, must go see Poppy today, as my left hand has become rather sore and swollen, not so much that I can't do anything with it (can still knit, etc), but it hurts when making a fist, and my last three knuckles have all but disappeared. Probably a combination of stress and sleeping on it awkwardly, but should have it checked out.
This is however a warning to my students. 1) All you boys looking forward to seeing some monstrously ballooned hand in class tomorrow can forget it--it's not that bad. 2) If you so see me with a bandaged hand today or tomorrow, remember that I am *right-handed* and therefore I can still mark your essays, therefore they are still due on Friday.
So in an effort to force myself to relax and stop fretting, I've brought my knitting basket down to the staffroom and started knitting the scarf for my friend Amy. I've been working on it since lunch and it's coming along quite well already. The chart is fairly easy to follow, though I haven't gotten very far in it, obviously, and there's something very soothing about making loop after loop with my needles and yarn. I'm looking forward to the point where I can start seeing the pattern emerge.
At the moment I've just popped onto the computer in the staffroom to check my email and give my hands a bit of a rest. Most of the journal entires I see at the moment still focus on the incident Friday night, which doesn't surprise me. It may sound like I've forgotten about it and and perfectly happy-go-lucky in the paragraph above, but that is definitely not the case. At the most I've been able to squeeze those thoughts into one corner of my brain and take a little break from them. Though as I knit they tend to resurface, they seem a little less emotionally charged, a little less potent, probably because not all of my brain is focussed on them.
Oh yes, must go see Poppy today, as my left hand has become rather sore and swollen, not so much that I can't do anything with it (can still knit, etc), but it hurts when making a fist, and my last three knuckles have all but disappeared. Probably a combination of stress and sleeping on it awkwardly, but should have it checked out.
This is however a warning to my students. 1) All you boys looking forward to seeing some monstrously ballooned hand in class tomorrow can forget it--it's not that bad. 2) If you so see me with a bandaged hand today or tomorrow, remember that I am *right-handed* and therefore I can still mark your essays, therefore they are still due on Friday.