finishitis

Being quite bored with the tote I devoted most of yesterday to wool-ease worsted weight socks, casting both on and turning both heels before working a few more inches on the tote. This morning I've knit the last two wedges of the seven-wedge "double diamond" dishcloth; all that's left on it is grafting the seam. With an abnormal amount of foresight I did a figure-eight cast-on on this project, with the intention of eventually kitchener-stitching the first and last rows together. I've moved the cast on edge from waste yarn to a needle and see that my eighteen cast ons have become seventeen. I can live with that, though it puzzles me.

Winston is sick. He's spent the better part of three days sleeping --not unusual for a cat-- but yesterday his nose & eyes were running and I don't think he's eaten anything. I gave him a dose of Shorty's leftover antibiotic, last night and this morning, and this afternoon we'll probably take a trip to the vet, aka the kitty dr, pronounced "kitty dirrr." In the interest of saving money I'll take along the liquid antibiotic I have left and some tablets the drrr gave me for Roadie ages ago.