I know I still need to do the next Charleston Museum post. (I was there for a curator-led tour of selections from their - apparently - massive clothing collection, with a nod toward dyes and older fabrics. There were knits. I hope to get to it tomorrow.)
Yesterday the Baby turned up with some intestinal bug. Nothing serious (the doctors don't want to see you unless the kid is dehydrated or not eating or drinking, or like that) but her poor little bum got so raw that I've spent the day dealing with screaming fits whenever the bug would hit. Real, baby-in-pain screaming. We don't get a lot of that around here ('cause we've got a happy baby), so I don't cope terribly well at all. (Mostly I hug her and sniffle.)
Anyway, I think the worst of it's over and she's dozing on Dadad (as she calls the husbeast) right now. I've been up since four AM and an emotional wreck, and think I caught the germ. It's been a GOOD day.
...I finished up the second sleeve of Tut Tut last night, and I haven't even had a chance to join it to the body!
Anyway, normal blogging will hopefully resume tomorrow, but if I've got this bug, maybe Thursday. I hope none of you catch this. It's nasty. Stay home and knit for the next couple weeks.