I'm afraid my reflections during the dye practice this vacation+weekend has mainly featured some of the negative thought patterns of perfectionism and second guessing myself about whether i was going to be rewarded with how i was spending my time (ie: would i be refreshed and ready to get back into the work world). There's something in this i learned from my father, a "I only have N weekends before i'm dead" calculation that would punctuate plans.

I'd like to think this is not how i normally think about things, so i will blame it all on PMS. There was also some opportunity cost -- i didn't see my nephews -- and i think i have had a guilty feeling about that.

In some way, this was a complete escape, in that i put down almost all of my responsibilities to focus on dye.

This morning i found myself delighted with the silk ribbon (a simple bias cut 1" strip) and the crochet thread.The colors delight me.

Meanwhile, the canker sores continue to bug me.