- Your tomato plants are being drowned by the deluge outside,
- You get done writing roughly 300 defects on a project for work that you weren't supposed to have to test,
- Your house smells like wood stain and bacon,
- And when you finally sit down to relax with your knitting, you realize that after an inch of 396 stitches (in other words, thousands of stitches), you have a twist in row 1 of your brand new project, which means that, no matter how beautifully you made the stitches, you can either pull the needles on the whole thing, or slice open the stitches and sew them on the sewing machine.
It just is kind of the epitome of the week.
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