There's nothing like a Stargate marathon on the Sci-Fi channel to encourage a bit of knitting. (Bonus, it seems they'll re-run that episode of Eureka that I missed Tuesday.) I've been parked in front of the TV since about eleven this morning, when I realized they were running Stargate all day. The baby missed Jack's Big Music Show today. I'm a bad mother.
There's an increase row in that stripe of blue, between the needle and the tan jiggies: (I would post a photo of the Blue Shimmer Yoke here but BLOGGER IS FUCKING UP AGAIN!!??!!) If I continue to zone in front of the TV as planned until eleven tonight, and my hands don't give out (the big if), I may have the yoke done. Wouldn't that be cool?
I am also on row 19 of the lace doily. There are 90 rows total. (Well, 89 and a bindoff row. Says 90 to me.) I'd post a picture of that too, but NOOOooo. It's teeny tiny. I actually managed to fix a mistake in it earlier today and felt like Einstein (or a brain surgeon).
The ant situation in my office has backed off somewhat: I did the sneaky Science Geek thing (it's related to the Plant Freak thing - plants, bugs, you see the relationship) and used bleach wipes on every flat surface I could. The result is twofold; it kills any ants in the area, and it seems to wipe out their 'trails', meaning they get lost and wander around at the edge of where the bleach-wiping started, which would be my windowsill. (Option two involves buying an ant-eater, but I'm not sure the cat would go for that.)
Now, if I can track the trail back to the ant nest, I will do my usual greenie, tree-hugger pesticide solution: Dump a gallon of boiling salt water on the nest. Works like a charm. (Kills the grass, though.) So the ants are mostly under control.
The husbeast found a cockroach in the dining room last night.
If a cane spider shows up, I'm getting a flame thrower.