My DrGreene.com post for today is one that was here previously: Got Milk?
Today: putting your glasses on top of your head when it’s full of vasoline and stitches to try to see that dark yarn on the needles from up close is, well, kind of a boneheaded thing to do.
So is adding 2+2+the rest across the repeats and finding, 800 stitches later, that they added up to zero increases. Someone wasn’t paying enough attention to the swatch, a little scattered there… t i n k t i n k t i n k t i n k t i n k t i n k t i n k t i n k t i n k.
It feels good to be past where I was when I had to start the undoing. It feels good to be one more day past Monday and closer to being able to get my hair wet.
A bit of scrutiny in the mirror after a joking moment between my friend Marguerite and me–
–I’ll be darned. Look at that. It’s not just that it feels a little funny, that cancer surgery really did give me a slight facelift. The surgeon played Fifty-two Pickup!