I had 8 million things to do this week. I have drafts of posts sitting there waiting for photos or content. I have cakes to bake, icing to make, patterns to write and knits to photograph. I have an exam in 3 weeks that I need to study for, a son turning 3 around the same time with a party to plan, oh- and I was going to have a pair of socks started and finished by this weekend. AND my Palm is officially gone to the big graveyard of dead nearly-obsolete electronics in the sky, although I guess that’s a good thing. I’m not able to have electronic reminders of how far behind on things I actually am.