I'm ALMOST finished with another project, and I'm so excited that I'm dying to tell you about it.
But I want to wait until I'm really REALLY finished. Because I want to have pictures to go with it.
I have this superstition about taking pictures of an unfinished project.
[Forget that I posted pictures of the afghan I crocheted less than a month ago.]
This project is getting to the point of consuming me. It made me late for school this morning. [Oh well, I was on time for two days in a row, and that probably beats last year's record.]
It made me not want to get on the elliptical this morning, and I NEVER skip getting on the elliptical. [I eventually DID get on it, because that's the only way I would allow myself to watch the really sappy, really terrible ABC Family series that I record every Monday night. I have rules, you know.]
This project prevented me from packing tonight for a bicycle ride this weekend. I'm leaving right after school on Friday, which means I should have packed tonight so tomorrow night I could concentrate on remembering all the things I forgot. Like an air pump. Bicycle tires have this habit of requiring air.
It is a momentous project, for reasons that will become clear when I can finally talk about it.
Because clearly I'm not talking about it now.