On the upside, it is as much moisture as we have had all year, and it went into the ground. We sorely needed it.
The knitting continues apace but it is incredibly boring for blogging. I am on to the front of the sweater I am working on in the Phil Light. I worked on socks, but finished none. I knit on the River Valley Shawl, but stopped last night when I found an error. I knit on the Ilga Leja capelet. I could not seem to settle.
I want to knit more on the sweater. I can't wait to see it complete but I think the miles of stockinette are driving me batty after all the intense lace of summer.
When I could not settle to knit, I made yarn cakes.
Todays work is going to center around a blanket. The owners of the coffee shop where we meet on Tuesdays had their first little one, and it felt right to knit them a blanket. It is out of a lovely organic Cotton called Sprout, a sweet periwinkle blue. It just needs a little finishing. Seeing as the baby is 'finished' it is time for the blanket to be the same.
I really ought to go do some work now but I still feel deeply unsettled in my bones. Antsy. That is what it is. I could be driven batty by the urge to knit a thousand things at once, without the will to stick to any of them. I might be driven to doing the laundry. Housework and cleaning the kitchen can't be far behind. Sweet heaven, save me.