Barometric reading

Feeling better today. Had a strange but pleasant dream about having a loooong date with a friend of a friend; someone I actually know in real life and had briefly been interested in before dismissing him as likely too far out in the stratosphere for me. By which I mean odd, rather than unattainable.

I know, you'd think no one could be too odd for me...

Anyway, it still made for a pleasant dream, even though it ended with the kind of transportational hassle that's a very realistic outcome of traveling anywhere by MTA.

Also, I did go bowling yesterday, and I did my special lane-dance, and I got lots of hugs from Special J, and I got to hang out with Miz Fury and her really very excellent boyfriend, and even when they were being cuddly, it made me feel warm and happy for them, rather than painfully envious, so it was all good.

And then I rode over to Fury's house and ate some (okay, a lot) of their Thanksgiving leftovers, and then hauled my very full tummy through the dark, quiet streets and curled up with my kitty and knit some, which is pretty much what we're doing today, too.

J and I had planned to meet for brunch and some shoppingish errands, but she woke up feeling awful, and the weather is hideous, so we decided to postpone for a more auspicious time. Which is good because:

a) some days there isn't enough Gore-Tex in the world to make it nice out, and
b) I really need to make some headway on my gift knitting.

So here is a pretty pink cowl I'm making for a bike friend, and then there will be the gloves for the boy who's killing me softly, and then there will be a hat for another bike friend, and then the fingerless mittens and cowl for sis, and then many tiny cute hats for nieces, and then something for my mom, and then....my fingers will fall off and I'll still have several more people to manage gifts for.

I've noticed during the month of almost-daily posting that writing something every day sometimes helps me figure out what the state of my own head is. It's not that I end up seeing clearly or anything, but it's like getting a little compass reading. This day the compass is pointing southerly, toward fairer winds.

PS. Yes, that blur in the middle photo is Kitwich leaping into the frame. She has a passion for this yarn.