Can you feel the love tonight?

...Coz I sure can't. I am half of one mitten away from accomplishing my Ravelympic dream, and y'all, it's kicking my arse. Big time. The thumb...well, it doesn't resemble any opposable digit I've ever seen on a Human Bean. Also, it turns out that an 8-month hiatus (and trying to reverse-engineer a "pattern" out of my own head with no notes at all from the first time around) has led to an astonishing difference in gauge. Though it could just be that I'm using the wrong-sized needles. I have no way of knowing. And I'm damned if I'm going to start it again!

So I am coping by re-organizing my stash; trying to plan my next project(s); discovering other long-forgotten WIPs (half of a Fawkes sock! I thought I'd screwed it up, but am delighted to report that, in fact, I haven't!); putting Tuscany on scrap yarn to see how much further I have to go (about 4 repeats...the pattern only calls for one more, but I want it longer); etc. etc.

I haven't quite got to the point of re-organizing the kitchen cupboards, but that's not far off, I don't think. At least I'm a constructive procrastinator. I tell you, I was never a better housekeeper than in university when I was trying to avoid starting a term paper!

However, I've got a secret weapon up my sleeve: my public library. My neighbourhood branch just sent me an email to say that one of my requests was in: the first season of Stargate SG-1. I figure it's time to rectify the gaps in my sci-fi geekiness, and this is a good place to start! Plus, it's oodles of uninterrupted knitting time.

In other exciting news, we had to de-flea the cats yesterday. Which is not as tedious as it used to be - merely a matter of applying (Very Expensive) goop to the beasties. Trouble is, as soon as I get one, the other two know what I'm up to, and it's a real adventure trying to get them, too. Also, I think Bagheera must have licked Brigid's medicated neck, and he was throwing up all night and this morning. I almost slipped in some on my way to the bathroom this morning. Good times. He seems back to his usual self today, so I'm not too worried. (Though it's hard to tell when all he does is sleep anyway.)

Last week, he spent most of an afternoon like this:


Dignified, wouldn't you say? A regular testament to feline grace.