A few weeks ago, I took up crochet to fill in the sort of weird limbo time that I experience between quitting work and eating dinner/hardcore disc watching.
Well, it hasn't worked out quite that smoothly - Longer daylight hours = longer working hours = less weird limbo time. I actually really like the longer daylight hours, but it means I have had to work the crochet time in to an alternate chunk of time.
My big discovery - crochet as a sleeping aid/farewell-to-the-day ritual. Instead of reading before going to sleep, I listen to a book on tape and crochet for a bit before turning out the light. Getting drowsy while actually doing something is a very strange sensation.
But I'm making progress - and I'm determined to finish this project. I told myself I couldn't move on to any other "fun" projects until this one was finished. There are so many colors and textures I want to work with, so I'm eager to move on - why-oh-why is my attention span so short?