While Tom was out taking care of his own errands, I got a call from the contractor, asking to be let into the storefront, and hinting that he needed a key. I lept up, had a couple of keys made, and met him at the location, where I met with a couple of other folks who will be working on the restaurant remodeling.

Okay, that's not much, but I've been acting pretty helpless ever since dislocating my knee for the third time. Tom has been driving me everywhere, walking the dogs by himself, and doing most of the marketing. The only things I've consistently kept up with are light chores around the house: cooking, washing the dishes, laundry. It doesn't help that I've pinched strategically important nerves in my back a couple of times in the last few days. I have an appointment with the pain doc next week, and it can't come soon enough.

On the new sweater, the one out of Big Kureyon, I knit a few inches, pulled it back, knit a few more inches, pulled it back again, knit a few inches. So far, I've netted about 3 inches of sweater. The fabric seems a bit on the bulletproof side. I wonder whether I'll pull it out again tomorrow, and start again with larger needles?