I've been very patient, it has been like sticking with a long, mediocre marriage where the parties have too much invested to call it quits, but I've had it. Bill, I want a divorce. I've had more stupid problems with this XP Upgrade than I've had in 20 years of daily computer use. I screwed with it all day and it is still not right, still not talking to my Dell Axim, and I'm sick of thinking about it. I still haven't taken my new camera out of its box because I've been trying to make this damn thing work and play with the printer and the PDA without bitching and barfing, without success. I never thought I'd say this, but I think I'm going Mac for Christmas. This thing is old enough to retire. If it was a horse I'd shoot it.
Speaking of bitching and barfing, Girlchild has a wicked, wicked stomach virus. I hope it's just my mind playing tricks on me and sympathetic urpy-ness, but I am feeling increasingly icky myself. I just hope it's short and violent if I get it, because the funeral is Tuesday.
Actual knitting content. Shocking, I know.
I bought myself another birthday present - two Garnstudio Drops magazines. I love them more than Rowan, and way more than any US company. I bought No. 69 and No. 81. All that summery wearable goodness, and more than one long office cardigan in the bunch.
And I found the pattern for the Helen's Lace in Watercolors that I bought at the very dangerous Chez Casuelle. I'm going to do it in the Huck Lace from the Morehouse Merino Knits book. It will show off the colors gorgeously instead of losing them in a busy pattern.
Poor Girlchild is so sick. I hope I'm not next.