I should not have mocked the powers of the Silver Fish, because now I have a cold. (Only the greatest of effort prevents me from writing “I hab a code.”) It’s not a very bad cold, but it’s overstayed its welcome already. My plan for the rest of the day is to lie on the couch watching episodes of “Angel” on DVD and drinking tea made from fresh mint and ginger.
But hey, on the up side, my finger has healed and I can knit again. Funny, it bothered me for so long, drove me absolutely crazy… then yesterday afternoon I suddenly realized that it felt perfectly normal.
I decided to crank out a small Ninepatch dishcloth, just to work out any gauge issues that may have developed after two weeks of non-knitting.
Brady is delighted at the return of autumn, which is accompanied by daily usage of the wood stove.
This picture would be more effective in infrared.