1. I am not coming down with anything. For reals. There is no cough, no sniffle, no scratchiness in the back of the throat. A fig newton of the imagination. Not real. I'm fine.
2. The knitting is awesome. That Elspeth Lavold Silky Tweed? I'm in love. Wendy, your pattern is the radness.
3. Recently I have been feeling some nostalgia, but I'm sure it will pass. Yesterday's problems always seem easier than today's, especially when one is Not Sick. Though I do miss having a chair under the tree in the backyard in the summer next to my vegetable garden. Whatever, snow-storms of early spring.
4. Maybe the knee isn't 100% yet. I think I pissed it off with all this YMCAing. We will perservere.
5. My telephone woes continue, and of course the most recent malfunction occured during a complete rage blackout last night. Standing in the near-snow in front of a closed bar without socks on, waiting for a friend who was more than 10 minutes late is not the optimal time for the cell to go on the fritz. Again. Unacceptable, Cingular, unacceptable. We are in a fight.
6. I didn't run out of yarn for the Pirate Bag, though the piping is in the contrast color instead of the main color as layed out in the pattern. Felting to commence when I find something to use as a post-washer shaping device. No one notice my extra wraps at the corners. Or the fact that the icord attaching the 2 layers at the bottom fold is not in any way straight. Handmade items should have something that says "this item was handmade", right? Even though I strive for perfection, it cannot be attained. Thank goodness I do yoga, or my head might explode right about now. (And no, I'm not ripping it out and trying again, but thanks.)
7. Does anyone have a kleenex?
Sorry again for the lateness! Miscommunication (all on my part) is totally teh whack.