The only clue that it may be Thursday is the trash it out. Luckily that’s not my job. Though I am often consulted to make sure it is the right day. Because nobody knows what day it is, do they? Family members asked me how my friends were. I had to explain it wasn’t Friday. But I had to look at my phone to make sure I didn’t have it wrong.

This is normally the day I give reviews of the streaming shows I’ve been watching. But all I have been doing is knitting and listening to Outlander 8, Written in My Own Heart’s Blood. No, I ran out of scrubby yarn so it’s back to socks. I have one pair ready for the brim. one pair just past the toes, and another sock nearly finished from the olden days when I did socks one at a time. I do have two hats but I just don’t like doing hats at the moments. I have plenty of yarn

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Yep, nearly done with sock one.

Only cuffs to go.

 

Okay. I admit this looks crazy. Knitting four socks, or even two socks at a time can be a challenge on the X-Wing Fighter. The two on the right are the ones I have about three inches of toes in Jeweltone of Red Heart Soft, the upper left arm has the beginning of a sock but I am waiting for another skein of the yarn I’m using on that one. If it doesn’t come soon I will frog it and make something else. So I keep the skein in a baggy rubber banded on the proper leg. That keeps the yarn clean and untangled This loom feels like I am playing a strange musical instrument. It is large but easy to handle.

So maybe not exciting stuff. But hey, the alternative seems worse, somehow. I accept my boring life as it is still, life. So there ya go. Now back to the book. How will the American Revolution end? Or at least how will it treat Claire and Jamie?