I somehow thought I could finish dressing the loom for the alpaca throw and weave a couple of hours on the bamboo scarf and wind the warp for the kid mohair scarf (in the back of my “mental” mind I was contemplating going to Hill for a couple of hours of make-up weaving before picking Cal up at school) – INSTEAD I worked on the alpaca warp all day long. I was only able to weave a couple of inches before I had to go “home” and make some dinner for the family and bake some gingerbread for my long lost boarding school boy. Blind optimism? Temporal confusion? Age?