On December 7th, W broke her ankle in three places. And required surgery. And is now the proud owner of a plate and six screws holding her ankle together. And has been out of work since then and can’t put any weight on it until at least the end of January.
On the other hand… we are well past the solstice, so I’m coming out of my light-deprivation cocoon and feeling more human again. I’ve been knitting lots of scarves including an Irish Hiking scarf (if I were cool I’d link to the pattern, but hey, apparently I’m not that cool–I bet if you google it you can probably find it) with a really luscious alpaca/wool/something else blend yarn.
Soon, maybe, I’ll be back in a place where I can actually share my life on a more regular basis. No promises, but I’m hoping.
