It's colder than a polar bear fuck, I tell you.
How can I tell? The big indicator that cold weather is upon us is the cat. She's better than Weatherbug:
On cool days, our poor Hawaiian kitty crawls under a blanket and only comes out for meals. She alternates between the bed, my office futon, and her very own sleeping bag on the floor, shifting around as I move through the house. Her very favorite thing is to crawl under covers WITH me and sleep curled against my chest. Many nights I've come close to heat stroke with that furry little heater purring away.
Seriously, though, it's only about 65 degrees, but it's 93% humidity and raining, so everything feels cold and clammy and every bone in my body aches, particularly the ones I've broken before.
Anyway. Knitting content. I got my copy of "The Opinionated Knitter" (by Elizabeth Zimmerman) yesterday. It was my birthday present from April. April has exquisite taste in books (and goats), and it was exactly what I wanted. Thanks!
I'm looking into knitting The Baby one of EZ's Baby Surprise jackets with leftover lopi from the brown and red jacket. She needs something warm for winter, and the yarn's sitting there and it's a fast, interesting knit. This would fall under Me Knitting for the year of me... it doesn't have to be FOR me (though that helps), it has to be something I've always wanted to knit. And I do wanna try one of these. We'll see.
I would have had the sleeve of the Husbeast Gansey done yesterday but I crapped out and went to bed early. I did, however, get five repeats of the Damn Scarf done, so that counts for something.
The Baby decided, this morning, to push every button on the front of the television. Now I can't get the picture to come in and all we're getting is static. No cartoons for her until Dadad gets home and fixes it. (There's a lesson in there somewhere, but at one year old, I'm betting she doesn't get it.)
Gonna be a looooong day.