Friday, July 02, 2010

Tom sounded like he felt a little guilty about going to a science fiction convention without me, today. I assured him that I'd rather stay home to watch TV and knit. He seemed okay when he left.

I told him that, if a surge of energy hit later on, I'd go to Home Depot and buy some weed killer; that's my idea of a good time. So far, that surge has eluded me.

I'm heading into the home stretch of the top, close enough that I'm thinking about how I'm going to shape the shoulders. It won't be done in time for the Fourth, but should be ready a day or two after that.


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