I took a sick day yesterday to try to cut this cold-thing off at the pass. Of course, "cutting off at the pass" in this instance was a plan of lying around the house in a posture that would piss off most chiropractics, laptop balanced on my chest, washing cold remedies down with Airborne and aimlessly wandering the interwebs until it was time for "Heroes."
And then Qwest hit our neighborhood with an internet outage around noon, and didn't bring back the ones and zeroes of life until almost midnight, so my plan was shot, though there was still Airborne and kleenex involved, it wasn't as awesomely slothful as originally intended. Like Andy from FoxTrot once noted, never mix coffee and decongestants.
I knitted.
Dude, I knitted a lot.
I finished a hat made from Australian merino wool that may have been previously worn by my friend Kevin's sheep, who's this big macho sheep farmer near Canberra; wool which was purchased at Village Wools, which means I supported local economies on two continents, and if you don't think I've been smugging that one up, you don't know me very well at all.
Anyway, hat.
It fits my ginormous head.
And then, because I have an extensive DVD library and was sans-Web, I continued the mindless knitting, crossing the double yellow line of sanity and veering headlong into twee territory with this:
Yep.
And now I've got one of my patented stupid-simple afghans going on the Mongo Needles of the Knitting, for when I want to sit in front of the telly and not do a damn thing except watch Star Wars Episode V for the 39,000th time.
And then Qwest hit our neighborhood with an internet outage around noon, and didn't bring back the ones and zeroes of life until almost midnight, so my plan was shot, though there was still Airborne and kleenex involved, it wasn't as awesomely slothful as originally intended. Like Andy from FoxTrot once noted, never mix coffee and decongestants.
I knitted.
Dude, I knitted a lot.
I finished a hat made from Australian merino wool that may have been previously worn by my friend Kevin's sheep, who's this big macho sheep farmer near Canberra; wool which was purchased at Village Wools, which means I supported local economies on two continents, and if you don't think I've been smugging that one up, you don't know me very well at all.
Anyway, hat.
It fits my ginormous head.
And then, because I have an extensive DVD library and was sans-Web, I continued the mindless knitting, crossing the double yellow line of sanity and veering headlong into twee territory with this:
Yep.
And now I've got one of my patented stupid-simple afghans going on the Mongo Needles of the Knitting, for when I want to sit in front of the telly and not do a damn thing except watch Star Wars Episode V for the 39,000th time.
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