Heard last Wednesday at baggage claim, a mother to her young son: “Our suitcases are fixin’ to come out.”
Culture shock, right there in plane sight.
We are home. Jet lagged and exhausted and so very glad we went. And hey, you know how to make major progress on a UFO? Put it in your carryon and sit in the bulkhead for your tall husband’s knees, where you can’t get at your bag except for the ziploc you grabbed out right before he put it overhead. And have that fasten seatbelts light mostly stay on.
Size 4 and squinting at slippery silk laceweight on a turbulent flight, but knitting slowly and carefully and having only a few Oh NO! moments, I got eight rows of 460 or so stitches done. (Nine?)
Late. G’night.
(Or almost. Waiting for the house to get above 57 first.)