Howdy, everybody. Sounds like a lot of people have been having busy, productive days. I’ve been productive, but not busy – have been working on the Swedish-style hat I’m knitting for SIL. Finished up the outside pointy end last night, and then since it’s basically a giant tube that knits down to a point on both ends – you punch in one end and wear it doubled, or you can fold up a brim and have four layers over your ears – got to pick up 144 stitches from the provisional cast-on I’d done when I started the stupid thing. I don’t know why crochet provisional cast-ons will NEVER unzip properly for me, but it didn’t, so it took about two hours of picking up a stitch, picking out the waste yarn from the provisional cast on, and then rinse and repeat. Thrillsville, right? 
But now I’ve just got a few more inches of solid-color plain knitting (as opposed to two-color knitting from fancy charts) to finish it up. I will be glad to have it done! It’s been interesting, and revived my interest in more-than-one-color knitting, but for a hat it’s been an insanely big project. That I’ll probably repeat since I want one all for my very own, too! :smack:
My mom’s only sister still living, who’s now 85 and lives in Iowa, fell in front of her house the other day and fractured her pelvis. 
Any get-well thoughts for Aunt Ruth would be much appreciated. She’s just a delightfully sweet lady, even if she had dreadful taste in husbands. She’s a real survivor – she survived ovarian cancer nearly 15 years ago, which is just amazing. Get well soon, Aunt Ruth!
Your MIL is only 53, Dotty? Good lord, that makes her younger than me! I thought she was this doddering elderly thing in her mid-60s at least! Tell her to act her age and stop being such a raving bitch! Sounds like SIL is a bitch-in-training, too. Just what you need. :rolleyes:
I know you’ll be glad to hear, snowbunny, that it’s snowing lightly here.
Other than knitting, I’ve been puttering around today doing mostly nothing. Papa Tigs and the Idiots have been out and about. They went and had a lovely long romp at the schoolyard this morning; Rusty is back to feeling 100% normal, thank heaven, and he didn’t want to stop even after Isaac had given up, which has to be a first. Papa Tigs also found some of that weird poop I’d discovered, so he agrees with me that it looks like, yet again, Rusty ate something he shouldn’t have. It’s a shame he’s not smart enough to connect cause (eating something dead in the yard) and effect (having a nasty tummy-ache for several days). Stoopit dog. :rolleyes:
Well, back to knitting. Or maybe even working. Or something.
