Snot. As in: 's not funny...

Due to me having a big bad cold, no fun post full of pics yet. I'm too sick to knit, and that should tell you something.
Still trying to finish that baby sock for Ziggy, 'cause the poor kid's been born almost a month ago, but you know, I was working on sock 1 during my final dramatic days at Casa de Dave. You know, when my life didn't quite take the course I'd hoped it would? Can't believe it's only been 5 weeks.
Anyway, now it's like there's something in the texture and the colors that's just confrontational. You know your knitting has a memory, right? And when big portions have been done during a good movie, or a great road trip, that's lovely, but this is one situation I never wish to repeat. Poor baby sock.

Krazy stuff, knitting...