Reading, Knitting, and Possibly....Writing

It's been a very long year, free-time-wise. There was a new relationship, with the hottie I currently live with (henceforth to be referred to as HB--Hottie McBrainiac--because he's hot and he's smart). There was the sick and later dying beloved dog. There was the new job, the pregnant sister, the move to San Francisco. With all that, there was little time for watching movies or reading novels. The sweater I'd begun knitting (first sweater ever!) languished in fuzzy periwinkle pieces--front, back, half a left arm. No writing got done, save for pieces required for a short-fiction class I took last spring. But slowly over the last month, somehow the days have opened up. I don't have to pack nor unpack. I don't have to be anywhere except for home, with my sweetheart, doing sweethearty things like being cozy on the couch and reading together. Or knitting while HB reads. I finished the left arm and am well into the right. Now I'm feeling like writing short fiction, which of course is why I'm posting on this blog so soon after the last post. I'm thinking of doing something frightening like writing about a character based on my late father. Eeeek.