Sometimes things just work out. Despite having quite a lot to do I managed to have breakfast at my favorite café today and I could also manage to read up on some linguistics in French and knit a few rounds. My kind of Saturday exactly. I had tea, I had a book (I admit it could have been more interesting but it wasn’t too bad) and I had a lovely knitting. I was only towards the end when the café got way too crowded and busy and the family at the next table started to talk way to loud about things that I disagreed on (bank investments), that the Saturday piece was broken but by then I had finished more than today’s share of pages and could collect my things and re-locate. It all only lasted a couple of hours but that was just about enough, not too long and not too short. Progress in its own way.
Happy weekend knitting, all!