Oh, so busy. Oh, those plays. (Buy a ticket!)
A dear friend recently realized her dream to play professional football with the Austin Outlaws, only to trip at work while in a hurry and bang up her knee quite badly, right before practices were to start. She reports that it will require surgery. Unfortunately, healing isn't just a matter of how many people wish you well, but we can pretend like it is, right?
I'm knitting a lot, thanks to various errands for work and life that require sitting in unbearable waiting rooms. I can't wait to show you the pictures when I finish off these hats and gloves and things... Is there a disorder for people who get two seconds away from finishing something and then run off?