On the train to Oslo, for a week-long ski tour.

Since this is the fourth one, I guess I can now call this my annual ski tour.

It’s a long train ride and SJ is still stuck in the previous century and doesn’t even provide wi-fi on the train. I came prepared, though, so I’m crocheting a dishcloth.

In Oslo I will meet up with the rest of the Warthog group and then we’ll all take the bus to Hemsedal, where our tour will start tomorrow.

I found a scrap of cheap cotton yarn at the bottom of a drawer and crocheted a cover for the lamp in my window. It’s basically a round tube of netting, somewhat wider in the middle, that I just pulled on over the top of the lamp shade.

A lamp sock. Or a lamp vest maybe? No, definitely a sock: a net sock is much cuter than a net vest. The latter makes me think of overweight middle-aged hairy-stomached men.

I like the shape and colour of the lamp shade, but the green glass is too transparent. Even though I have the weakest lightbulb in there, the light is too strong. The cover should diffuse the light just enough to make it feel less sharp.

It’s been, what, three weeks since I went back to work? And already I feel in need of a vacation.

Those last few weeks of my summer vacation, I could actually relax. I read; I crocheted.

Now I’m always hurrying again, always looking at the clock, always feeling like the things I should do are piling up faster than I can do them.

The crocheting lies on my desk, untouched.

Clearly this means that something needs to change. I just don’t know what.