I'm swamped. I'm not knitting.
I promise myself to be able to knit in November.
I'm not rescheduling my haircut, the one I had to cancel, until November. I should make the new appointment, I suppose, so as to give myself the promise of a haircut.
I'm that swamped.
I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing. I promise.
No drama. Except for the theatre parts.