It's spring in the South. How can I tell? Many ways. The azaleas are blooming:
The trees are having sex again (around here the going statement is 'the fucking trees are fucking again'), and we're covered in the previously-blogged-about pollen in drifts.
But mostly? I know because I've had a seasonal migraine for a damned week.
Bah. I'd rather have eternal winter than this shifting around and migraines. Bah.
While I was out snapping photos of the damned azaleas, the Goober insisted I take a photo of her, so here you are.
I think she's been studying those models in Vogue Knitting.
Her quote of the day, "Mumma, I want you to make me a super hero." I'm quite flattered that she thinks I've got the mojo to do that, but we've gotta work on that whole 'manners' thing. Some more. Again.
Remember when I was in Florida, and thought I'd lost my phone? And spotted the one I wanted to replace it? Well, we got it anyway.
It's a Katana LX from Sanyo. And yes, it's pink. The Goob figured out there was a camera in it (I swear I didn't know that until after I'd had it a couple hours), and has been insufferable ever since. Every time she sees it in my hand, it's "take a picture of ME, Mumma!"
Anyway, between the migraine pain and the massive amounts of snot in my head (I'll spare the details), I'm fairly incoherent. The goals for me at the moment are to finish the Russian Prime and Roulette Sock while doing gauge swatches for the Setesdal jerseys. Then, of course, start the jerseys.
Well, I guess breathing sometime in the next week is a goal, too.