Spring, sleeves, and evil cats.

The promise of spring that erupted with the pollen count has finally paid off. It's lovely outside; low humidity, 78 degrees, light breeze, low humidity. (In the 'Low Country' - swamp - where I am, this lasts for approximately five minutes, then we are hit with crippling humidity, high temperatures, and mosquitos until October.) I've got all the windows open, the ceiling fans on, and am admiring the flowers. I should get a photo of those flowers...

In between sighing happily out the window, wrestling The Baby, and trying to keep the cat from falling through the screens, I've gone back to this:

Yup. Second sleeve. I hadn't touched it in literally a month, but fortunately I'd left it in a place where I could figure out what was going on. Not only do I need to get this done for the steek-along so that I can use photos of knitting it to tell YOU how to knit it, I try to work on only one sweater at a time, and this is the one sweater. I desperately want to finish it so I can start on something else. (Like a new design to sell, or the Snug pattern for winter Knitty.)

Anyway, after about a half hour of trying to figure out what I was doing, and a half hour of knitting (and a half hour of chatting on the phone), I've got this:



The husbeast, amused at SekhmetYouFucker the other night, snapped another photo for your enjoyment - me trying to use my laptop.



Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go make up a grocery list, and keep on knitting. (Though I'll probably wind up playing Civ4.)