I think I found my brain... it was in a puddle of green snot, over in a back corner of my skull.
Oh yeah. Knitting.
That's what I did yesterday. Cast on in the morning and happily knit off and on all day. Finished up last night with a hockey game (go, Penguins!) still knitting away. The cast-on edge turned out perfectly, if I do say so myself:
Still have some spinning to do, but I'm using the old 'knit alternating rounds from different balls of yarn' trick to avoid the more obvious weirdness. However, I think this yarn is going to be too much, even for a simple pattern. This may be one of those sweaters I only wear around the house. (Assuming it fits and I don't felt the hell out of it, like last time.) The texture of my handspun is really... interesting. It's very soft and fuzzy, and I can't distinguish single wool fibers. It's kind of like two strips of felted wool twisted together, for lack of a better description. Anyone else get that?
The glow-in-the-dark goo got here. Still trying to get a decent photo of THAT. (First I need to remember to put it in direct sunlight for a couple hours.) I'm now teaching myself chemistry in a half-assed way, to try to figure out how exactly I'm going to use this stuff. In the mean time, the husbeast is shaking his head and suggesting I paint my spinning wheel with it, and the Goober is going "oooooooh".
Oh, and the Goober. Last week she got stuck in one of her toy baskets.
And she has begun sleeping like this:
We've begun sneaking in as soon as she falls asleep and dragging the blanket off her head. Oy.
The Goob has managed to pick up yet another Kid Germ of some kind or other and is now running a low fever, covered in a rash, and laying on the floor, speaking Mandarin Chinese. (Yes, really.) I think it's Fifth Disease, which is a lameass name for a germ. The fun never ends.
I think I'm gonna go knit. Or possibly make chocolate cupcakes. And read about covalent bonding.