Hoping to talk myself out of my boredom

So I’m at work, knitting, and kind of standing by because it’s not busy. It’s nearly noon my time, which means it is nearly 8am pacific time. And many of the blogs I read appear to live on the west coast, so I’m stuck here, with nothing new to read, and bored.

This might mean that it’s time to troll new blogs, or news sites or something, but frankly, I’m tired as well. The energy it takes to decide if I actually like a new blog… well I need both eyes for that sort of thing.

[2 rows of knitting later]

So my mother was delighted by the dishcloths I hand-knit for her. Seriously, seriously delighted. (See: delighted mommy.) And so a few days ago she called me to tell me that the number of dishcloths I had knitted for her, four, was simply not enough. So I’ve knitted her another one, and am about to finish number two. Way to go me.

[One finished dishcloth, and seven minutes of horrible work-related hold music later]

OK, now what? I suppose I could start making another dishcloth, or try finishing my sister’s Christmas present hat, or stare into the void.

[Fifteen seconds of staring into the void]

ATCHOO!

[Thirty-five seconds of staring into the void]

YAAAAAAAWN.

[Two minutes of staring into the void]

My brain is surprisingly devoid of thoughts. Is this kind of like accidental meditation? As I understand it, you must empty your mind of all thoughts in order to properly meditate. Usually I have no hope of being able to do this, my brain is always thinking something. Whether mentally composing a grocery list, trying to remember how to integrate complex algebraic equations, or saying “puppy!”, it’s always mulling something over. It’s just how I roll.

And yet at the moment, I am… blank.

[One hour later]

I’m an hour away from lunch, and daydreaming about it.