Chi's mitts are blocking on water bottles on my bookshelf. This should mean that I started on Billy's scarf, seeing as he's due home/ here on the 28th. Instead, I decided to make Billy's scarf more complicated (double- knit irregular stripes, rather than 1×1 rib irregular stripes) so that I could put off casting on (gotta learn a new technique, obviously) and instead start a pair of socks in Colinette Jitterbug (in colorway Copperbeach) that I'm not even sure I like.
My work- in- progress committment issues are severe. It is disturbing to realize that at 32 years old I am really only capable of committing to Sam, Afghanistan, and running. What the hell is that about?
Speaking of my utter lack of discipline, apologies for the missing post. I was (quietly) aiming for daily posting for January, but yesterday got dropped. You didn't miss much; I spent most of last night whinging like a pre- teen about cross- training and how much I hate the gym. I still really do hate the gym, but my knee and ankle have been thanking me all day, which means it was probably the right thing to do.
Tonight I am watching Hell's Ground, a Pakistani horror movie Solaman lent me. The synopsis is pretty typical of the B- movie genre: "After lying to their parents and running off to a rock concert, five
Pakistani teenagers find themselves stranded when their van runs out of
gas. Soon, they're pursued by zombies, a ghoulish hitchhiker and a
blood-soaked, burqa-wearing killer!"
You got that, right? Zombies, supernatural hitchhiker, and burqa baddie? What more could anyone ask for?
Finally, hooray for today, which was rainy and dreary and perfectly grey. I got to test out my new boots, which appear to be every bit as waterproof as advertised- a good thing, because they're very, very ugly. I stomped through puddles all day, which was far more fun than I remembered.