Hook and ladder

So I'm well on the way to finishing the second fingerless glove, but Linc was making it impossible for me to concentrate on the cabling yesterday. I waited until he went down for a nap, and grabbed the needles. I got about two rows in and he woke up, grrr. ( A tiny little knitting drama, behind the cut. )

I was so danged proud of myself, I had to come post about it. I guess it's a pretty dinky thing... it wasn't so bad once I got over the palpitations caused by seeing my work unravel. A small step for knitting, but a big one for me. W00t!

Crapity crap crap

Cordell was told that he didn't get the internship (although he's next in line, if any of the other three for some reason cannot go). He is crushed, and we all are so sad with him.

If you know him, send him an encouraging word. He could sure use it.

Meanwhile, Bill and Linc are still sick, Clay is still coughing but better, Julia is worse (and gave me lip about putting on a hat and scarf over her wet hair on Sunday when it was snowing, so I am running low on the pity-meter for her right now (confidentail to J: Love you! Mean it!)), AND to top it all off, I've got that nasty little tickle at the back of my nose telling me it's my turn next. I'm hitting the nasty echinacea bottle often, but I have a feeling it's futile.

At least Cord doesn't seem to have it. Thank heavens for small mercies.

I'm gonna go wallow in the last "Firefly" episode. "Serenity" is due in the mailbox tomorrow. Yay.