Alas, another glorious blog post is not going to be written. Two days ago I came in from cherry picking with two sets of puncture marks right next to my right eye. The whole area feels vaguely scratch/puffy/annoying still. And a kleenex box and wastebasket are my best friends today. Brilliant thinking will have to wait until the gunk in my head is slightly better at conducting thoughts.
I do know, however, that I have turned the first corner of the shawl's edging. Three more sides to go. And Scaramouche is next up on my listening list.
Now I shall go curl up and feel wretched. Once I feel wretched AND idle, I will probably knit. At the present, I think wretched will keep me sufficiently occupied, though. And maybe a real book. Scarlet Pimpernel of the Vatican, or Jerusalem?