avian flu

Call the CDC, I think I have the bird flu. Okay, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but I sure as hell ain't going anywhere for awhile.

Perhaps it's simply a reaction to ripping out my sockapalooza/cirque du socks sock totally and completely last night. There is nothing left. I was in denial. It was so not going to fit on anyone over age 10. The problem is that fair isle is not in the least bit stretchy. I was deluding myself into thinking it would fit my sockpal. I'm not sure it would've fit on my arm. So, it had to go.

I was considering giving up on the fair isle given that I have to send this to my sockpal by the first week in May and because the sock will not be stretchy so I'm terribly worried about it not fitting. But, I decided to try it again. It's going to go faster this time because I'm using larger needles so I will be getting 7 stitches per inch and not the 11 spi that I was getting before. Gotta love the bigger needles.

So, if I can manage to stay awake for awhile today and not be glued to the toilet throwing up as one of my friends did with this latest bug, then I will hopefully make some progress on the sock. It's now been moved to highest priority. I'm even going to take it with me to seminars and stuff. I don't care that I won't be able to concentrate on the seminar so much, the thing has to get done.