Yesterday, it was my dog, Clooney; today, it was the plumbing in my house.

There is, as it turns out, a leak that needs the attention of a plumber, and I am apparently in good company, as there were no appointments available today, tomorrow, or Thursday.

So late this morning, while I would have preferred to to have been working on my crochet, I was instead tending to the drama that had unfolded in my garage.

After I had done as much as I could to mitigate future damage from the leak, I was desperate to think about something else, so I got out great granny square and set to work weaving in all of the remaining ends that were not in the last two rounds hoping it would lead to greater things. What greater things, I didn’t particularly care. Just something that wasn’t a leak.

I continued my efforts during my son’s trumpet lesson, and again when we returned home from the lesson.

Like a woman on a mission, I would not let it rest, and then shortly before we headed out to dinner, all of the ends I had wanted to weave in before I once again began adding to the great granny square were woven in:

Life can, at times, interrupt crochet, but ultimately, if I want to make the progress I hope to with my chosen craft, I need to keep focus on my work and have a good day — no matter what.