If I have a cold, I will not be pleased. There must be some other reason for sitting here and sneezing and snuffling.
Note My Heroism: There is perhaps 3/8 of a cup of milk left in the house. Rather than having, as I would usually, my fifth and sixth cup of tea (with milk) I am saving it for when my daughter gets up, since she is nearly as addicted as I am.
I think I just saw TWO Red-Breasted Nuthatches on my feeder. They are one of my favorite birds(I say that about almost all my birds, but I get the RBN rarely, and they are shy).
Something bent the birdfeeder post (maybe 1/2' thick cast iron hammered about 8" into the ground) about 45 degrees. I would have thought it was a bear, but the feeder itelf is untouched. Sarah suggested a turkey might have flown onto the top of it[ZZZPPROOingOingOing]. At any rate, the turkeys now eat very daintily out of the birdfeeder, which is weird.
Because We Have No Life
Too Much Wool, whom I don't even know, took over my body the other day and made me buy Beth Brown-Meisel's Making Ganseys and I decided to make the sampler. My housemate decided we should have a knitalong, and promptly stayed up late getting two inches ahead. This could get ugly.
Despite this, I am almost done with her Noro socks. I visited my parents and measured my father's foot. He has a long, slender foot, so although the sock will be seventeen meters long, it is only 48 stitches around, barely wider than my mother's or my own socks. I wish I could try it on again before I start to make the heel. And I am not sure whether to do the Simple Socks heel as written or try to find the directions for short-row heels that were not written by PGR ("wrapped stitches") and worked fine the last time back when I knew where the directions were. K3tog makes a lump.