No, not a knitting pattern; sorry to get your hopes up. This: My work gets insane around the holiday season. It pretty much always happens. I should just get used to it and suck it up and stop being surprised by it.
65 degrees F, November 29th. Vermont. Insanity.
Adelaide says I should chant: Eccentric, not insane. Eccentric, not insane. Eccentric, not insane. Ok, I'll keep chanting.
That's all I've got for ya.