All good things must come to an end. And so it is with vacations. The final stop on ours was Disneyland, but I didn't bother to take pictures because almost everyone knows what the park looks like. Besides, it was so crowded that I wouldn't have been able to get a clear shot of anything. The park was done up for Halloween, but having been there last year on the actual day, they really didn't do anything. The kids had a trick or treat thing at the hotels and something outside the park, but that was about it. The park is much more festive for the Christmas holidays. If I get down there to record the CD around then, I'll certainly stop in; if not, I won't be back until next year. I slept all the way home, and thus the vacation came to a screeching halt. I hate that. I always want to go back, to extend it, to get out of this stinking box called my house. But I guess vacations wouldn't be special if that was the case.
So here I sit in my sweats, running a fever high enough to cook an egg on my head, taking a break from knitting. It's a good thing I take a break from it, too. I messed up my Loopy Ewe pal's socks in a major way this morning and had to start them over.
It happened sometime around 8:00 a.m. I had just finished the cuff and was beginning a 26-row repeat. First row, fine. Second row, fine. Third row... wait a minute. Where did that last stitch go? I counted all four sides and they all had 15 stitches. I read the pattern over and over, sure that there was a typo. Nope. All the rows came up to 16 stitches. I kept staring, reading, fretting. Nothing came to me. Except sleep. When I woke up, the answer was staring me in the face. I had missed a yarn over at the end of the row. ARGH. So then I began to frog it. I lost some more stitches and got really, really pissed. So out came the scissors to cut away the offending cuff. Snip. Problem solved. It doesn't matter. I have plenty of the yarn I'm using, and I also didn't like the way the colors were lining up. I cast on again and like this version much better. I'm sure glad I finally solved that one. Dipshit.
So I was snoozing in the Monster while clutching my five DPN's (I still hate them, but I'm learning to live with them), not realizing that my jammie top had come unbuttoned and one boob had escaped, when the Yarn Fairy delivered these (and yes, he could see me through the open front door):
These are Perchance to Knit in "Inner Space", Perchance to Knit in "Sugar Maple", and numma numma Toasty in "Pesto". numma numma is a new dyer for the Loopy Ewe and is soft as a cloud. I already have it earmarked for another swap pal.
Then there were these:
Perchance to Knit in "Rainbeau" (Merino/Cashmere), and Seacoast Handpainted Yarns in "Mountain Rainbow" and "Harmony". Those are both in 100% Merino.
I'll be reviewing these later on tonight. I still get dizzy from sitting too long, but I'm slowly getting better. That's what happens when your immune system thinks you're a giant germ and ignores the real ones.
I got my package to fill out for the prison "brown card". That will allow me access to all the cellblock areas without an escort. The damn form is longer than the one I filled out when I bought my house. I also have to have a TB test on Tuesday. Sheesh. It's actually an employment form, but even volunteers have to fill it out. I guess they have to make sure that I'm not a drug mule or trying to sneak in the prison for three hots and a cot on the state.
Other than that, it's been a slow, sleepy day. I'm going to knit tonight and watch TV, doze in the Monster, and try to figure out what I can eat for dinner. Hubster is feeling back to normal (at least his appetite is), so he's hungry and wants real food. He's talking about getting take-out. Uh... barf. Maybe I'll have to hit the soup for a few more nights and make him get Swanson's.
Dinner in front of the TV. Makes perfect sense, doesn't it?