In less than two hours, I am going to see the YARN HARLOT! My throat has been scratchy for the past couple of days, so I have been downing cough suppresants in the hope that I won't lose my voice. I have things that I need to tell the Yarn Harlot. I need to tell her about my attempt to be in the Knitting Olympics and how just like Michelle Kwan, I had to drop out. Stupid broken wrist. E and I are leaving at 4:30 to go to Grafton and I am terrified that we are going to be late, that we aren't going to be able to find a parking spot, that we are not going to be able to see her. I cannot believe that I am having mini panic attacks about this. I wasn't like this about graduate school interviews, and those interviews were strongly linked to my future career plan. Go figure. I will have pics and stories to tell later tonight/tomorrow late morning (after Kim Possible, Darcy's Wild Life, and Endurance).