Last night I was a cross-stitching maniac! I have been actually since my grandpa died. Maybe that is my outlet. Who knows? In any case, I'm cross-stitching a blanket. It has baby animals on it. I've finished the panda, and now I'm nearly finished with the monkey. I did most of the work on the monkey last week while I was ill and after I found out my grandpa had passed away. I can't believe how much work I've put into that blanket. I have 4 more animals to finish, but I think I can get this done before the end of the year if I continue to work on it like this.

As I said, I think it's an outlet for what I'm feeling inside with the loss of my grandpa. It doesn't stop the hurt and it certainly doesn't fill the void, but it helps me feel a bit better and that's all that I can hope for. I still cry because I miss him dearly. I'll find that my mind will randomly project images of him, or his voice. (The mind is an amazing instrument.) This usually happens at night once I've come home from work. (Sometimes, even the car ride home is hard because I knew that where he was living was pretty close to my work and now he's not there.)

Tonight I have my first class of the semester and I'm not really looking forward to it. I want to go home and cross-stitch. *sigh* Oh well...I guess going to class will keep my mind off of my grandpa just as effectively. (Hopefully.)

Tomorrow, I have my other class and then I'll be done for the week (with school that is). This week seems to be creeping by slowly. Maybe it's because I'm not so focused. Ah well...I'm just rambling anyway. I'm thinking I might start to bring the blanket to work and work on it on my lunch break. It really does help.