It was a little after ten p.m. Richard’s back was bugging him; no problem, my turn then.
The light out that side burned out years ago and somehow we just never seem to remember to replace it–actually, we couldn’t now, not that obsolete type. Eh. I could barely tell where the dark plastic trashcan was to open the lid–okay, there, over you go.
I always have this guilty feeling that I must be clonking some poor raccoon in the head when I do that.
Meantime: fussy pattern, super-splitty fussy yarn. Bad combination, and I’m still dragging; I didn’t want to be bothered with it. I ripped and started over. Nice, plain purl rows–no purl two through back loops stuff. I didn’t want to be no stinkin’ fancy-pants designer tonight, I just wanted to knit.
And then I had to go off on a tangent and make it come out a new way anyway. It’s coming along nicely now. I quite like it.