Is this a perk of aging? Maybe.

This past week has been a very busy and tiring one for Keith. Our house was built in 1961 at nearly the bottom of a hill, just barely above an area that drains into a creek and occasionally floods. This translates into a basement that has some water issues that Keith is finally addressing. He spent last weekend with an air chisel clearing out the cracks to fill in with special cement. He worked on it all day long on both Saturday and Sunday. He also spent part of Tuesday working in the basement.

So where is the perk of aging I mentioned above? Here it is. Drumroll please. At some point in life, depending upon the person, you reach a point where you'll just do whatever you please. There is no peer pressure anymore. If you are dead-tired and want to go to bed at 7:30 on a Saturday night, you can do it. Let's face it, the Margaritas you had at dinner might hasten bedtime by a few hours too, and the wife is just as happy to have a few uninterrupted hours to figure out how to put together a hat. (The pattern I found on Knitty has an oddity to it that apparently some other knitters on Ravelry had trouble with also. Gotta love Ravelry.) I hear Keith's sleep breathing, so I'm off to have a cup of tea, pop Kolchak, The Nightstalker into the DVD player, and figure out just how in the hell to join knitted pieces with blanket stitch. Or, I may be lazy and just crochet that darn thing together. Yes, I'll entertain you with pictures of the hat once I get it figured out.