Visiting

Boywich is here. He likes his new gloves.

I'd been knitting them in secret because he reads the blog. They're simple stockinette fingerless mittens done in Jitterbug Toscana. Nice colors.

On me, of course, they reached almost all the way to the fingertips.

I'm exhausted for some reason; half asleep, even. Spent most of the day doing errands and laundry and stuff. Then we went into town, and he met a few of my cycling fiends - I mean friends - I mean fiends.

Kitwich has been very happy - it took her a few hours to remember who he was, but I fancy she's especially content at the moment because all the people she knows well are here.

I'd really like to tell you some kind of scintillating story, but it's mostly hangin' out here right now. Boywich may have had the idea that it'd be all dance parties in the big city, but I suddenly realize that I live a pretty quiet life most days. And that I'm pretty okay with that most days.

PS. He just read this and said, "I knew it wouldn't be all dance parties. I just came to hang out."