Here's the poop: The Herringbone Rib socks are done. I look to another pair for knitting while hanging out in a Dr's office later this morning. Something with Fun Fur goddammit!
Photos in a couple of days.
Dirk is on a train out of East Rutherford and the U2 concert as I blearily write to catch some train or another to Cold Spring for me to pick him up @ an ungodly hour in town. The only reason I'm up this late to write at this particular ungodly hour is I'd hoped he'd be in Cold Spring by now.
I shall sleep while I can. The wool waits.