My crazy summer routine - or lack thereof - has been a bit scattered. Interruptions. "Mom, I found a new dresser on Craigslist. Can we pick it up? Now?" Of course. I'm the one with a truck.
Early morning hours. "Mom, I have a 6:30 a.m. flight. You can take me to the airport, right?" Apparently I operate the Logan Shuttle, on call day or night.
Today is going to be different. I need a spreadsheet to organize dyeing and fall prep, so I've settled in at my desk with a big cup of coffee. And my knitting, of course.
Yesterday's knitting progress was more backward than forward. It happens. Sometimes a project doesn't work out quite right, and the only solution is to rip it out.
For today . . . numbers sprinkled with a few short rows.