There's not a thing going on around here in terms of excitement.
The socks are almost finished and probably won't fit me unless a miracle happens when I wash them. I've got really high arches and apparently the heel flap/gusset deal isn't big enough. Urg.
Still plugging away on the husbeast's gansey. It's about a foot deep now. It's a nice mindless knit of k3 p1 ribbing, so I can do it while playing baby warden. Or watching TV, or reading books, or staring into space.
It seems that my medication has finally kicked in, again. After sleeping all day yesterday, I feel positively human today. Very exciting.
For all of you out there who think my house is clean, I submit for you this photo:
The baby climbed up there all by herself, that's why she looks so pleased with herself. That's right; she can climb but she won't walk. Little shit.
Thank you, everyone, for all the birthday wishes. It was a nice day, on the quiet side, with no major catastrophes. I got several yarny gift certificates and I'm now trying to plot the Year of Me in knitting so that I can get the yarn I need to knit a couple of the projects. (First I need to finish up the one-armed sweater, I'd say.) I'm wavering between a denim cotton cableknit and a blanket with the color wheel knit into it. Decisions, decisions. Maybe both?