I cast on the first Soldier Sock last night, got about an inch of cuff done during the movie.
I'm moving right along on the "aran" sweater, though the urge to frog has struck again and is hard to resist. I'm past the waist on the front and several inches up the back (in a
I notice in my sidebar I haven't finished any projects in quite a while, nor any books. I'm reading four books right now, started a Raymond Chandler/Robert Parker last night. Chandler started it then died, and thirty years later Parker finished it. I'm almost done with a ...can't think of his name right now; the cover is red & black and it's set in Texas; I want to say Erskine Caldwell but I know that's not right... and I've begun a Sherri Tepper that I've read before, and there's the bathroom book which never leaves that room.
It's still cold out. Tonight the plants will have to be covered again, but according to the forecast that will be the last time in the foreseeable future. Right now it's overcast, bright grey.
Roadie's sprawled on the monitor, Klutz on the windowsill (Klutz shown here stretched across one of the bookcases). They are the only two I see, which is odd.
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