MarQ1

A black alpaca skullcap done in stockinette with 5 P2 ridges evenly spaced. The red is on the inside, just for fun. In theory it should be reversible, but there’s a mistake in the red (I’m not showing) that makes it unlikely. The hat is complete, and looks pretty good inside out, but I don’t have pictures yet.

[29 Jan-23 Feb 05]

Misti Alpaca Worsted; 1 skein black (color 8903) and almost a full skein of red (color 3620); 50g/109yds/4 ply; knit on #5 dpns

I have medical confirmation that I “have a really bad virus and probably a bacterial infection on top of that.” Then she subtly but quickly moved over to the sink and washed her hands vigorously. I would have too.

You know you’re not faking when the doctor interviews you from the other side of the room.

And I should not go to work tomorrow unless I really do want to give it to everyone else. Since I’m the one who complains loudest when the (physically) sick people come in, I’ll just have to suffer.

Unfortunately, what I have in my meager stash of yarn doesn’t line up with what I want to work on. I’ll work on swatching, I guess. Between naps.

Is there some reason Norton Anti-Virus has to steal the focus just to inform me my virus definitions have been updated. Here I am typing and nothing’s coming up.

Currently listening to: you don’t want to know

From Comments From Left Field - BLOG:

Try this and pass it on:

• Grab the nearest book.
• Open the book to page 123.
• Find the fifth sentence.
• Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
• Don’t search around and look for the “coolest” book you can find. Do what’s actually next to you.

I’m afraid to admit its Cities of the Red Night by William S. Burroughs:

“Kiki got a wet towel and rubbed his chest, face, and neck.”

Pointless, yes. And while I remember reading the book, I can’t remember the plot at all. It survived a recent book purge because I felt I could re-read it as if it were new.

Yea! The hat is done. Pictures tomorrow after I’ve blocked it.

Ever since I really got into knitting, I’ve wanted to knit through conference calls. It’s more productive than doodling, of which I am a master. Today, as an odd benefit of being home, probably as contagious as Typhoid Mary, I did. Considering how much I got done today and the number of incredibly boring calls I’ve been on in the last six months, I’ve missed out on half a dozen scarfs at least.

Clearly I was delirious and frustrated. Who frogs 8 rounds out of the inside of a hat? I just dropped the stitches down and picked it up correctly with a crochet hook, then distributed the slackness. Close enough. It will work out when I block it.