Closure, DAMMIT
Today I am going to finish the Fenna shawl, I swear. Unless I get a call that there is a life-threatening emergeny involving a loved one, I’m not budging from this chair until I’ve bound off the last stitch. Even if there is a life-threatening emergency, they might have to make do with a thoughtful card. I’m serious, this sucker’s getting off my needles today.
It’s nice and chilly in San Antonio today so I’m kicking back in my comfy chair with a throw that Kaetchen gave me a few years back over my legs. (The throw also serves as the background for most of the FO pictures I take, btw.) It might get tricky when I need to eat, since the cupboard doesn’t have much in it except canned tomato sauce and olives, but I’ll figure it out. San Antonio is not one of those metropolitan cities where you can get a carton of cigarettes and a llama delivered to your door at any hour of the day. Here, delivery is pretty much limited to pizza, Chinese food, and subpoenas. None of which sound particularly appetizing today. But I digress.
Fingers that type aren’t fingers that knit, so pardon me while I turn this sucker out.