I really have nothing to say. I spent a good portion of yesterday sleeping off a migraine, which doesn’t lead to much excitement in the world.
I did manage to come out of my stupor long enough to finish the knitting on my practice sock. There won’t be a mate because it’s much too big to wear. But now I at least know how to graft the toe of my current pair of socks I’m working on.
Today, well, it’s Friday. Weather-permitting, I’ll be headed down to Gunsmoke to have dinner with my dad tonight. If the weather doesn’t cooperate, perhaps lunch tomorrow instead.
At least I have a 3 day weekend.