Once upon a time, when I was a little girl, my Mom and Dad were walking hand in hand with me. we were enjoying a lovely vacation at the ocean, wandering on the boardwalk, taking in the sites. evidently, they were going to fast, or I was tired, or I was being the Pain in the Ass that I am best known for, and I declared, "You're Draggin' me!" At the top of my lungs. This was followed by tears and upset moments, and of course, it has become and endless source of amusement in my family. When I walk slower than everyone, or say I'm tired, I get "You're draggin' me!" or "Are we draggin' you?".
I actually feel like I'm being drug today. Way too much to do, not enough time to do it, and the list getting ever more lengthy by the minute.
I just want to take a nap, then wake up and knit. What job?
anyway, I am six repeats from the end of my edging. I WILL have this thing seamed and completed before the end of November! I WILL. DAMN IT!
I'm off to the parents house for a few days. Lots of food, people to see, and if I'm lucky, knitting time. I'm taking my SotS, in the vague hope I have time to work on it, and my mittens I am still working on. Progress will be made! We shall have an update, a the latest, on Monday.