The Time, She Passes

A few milestones, in random order:

The new issue of Knitty was my ninth as technical editor. I'm still shit at meeting deadlines. (I'm proud of the first point, but not the second.)

August 30 was my three-year blogging anniversary. Most of my archives have been lost. (Amy is to blame for the first point, but not the second.)

Sometime right around now, six years ago, I decided to teach myself to knit. I have met a surprising number of my dearest friends because of this decision.

Next month, Zak and I will have been together for ten years. Ten freaking years, folks. I will refrain from going on about this right now, because you will no doubt get a nauseating dose of my sappiness when our anniversary rolls around. I'll tell you one thing, though. Right about now ten years ago, I was pretty shocked and angry to find that it really was possible to need someone.

Several hours ago, I really should have gone to bed.