I'm going to coin a phrase this morning.
This week has brought with it an array of events, most of them related to the crappy economy and our nation's health insurance idiocy, that have left me in one of those states in which one is mentally whited out and unable to process much besides "Get food to mouth. Take bath. Try not to get hit by car."
To cheer myself up, last night I watched a documentary on the History Channel about the Dust Bowl.
So as far as knitting goes, I haven't been able to work on any projects that require mental agility. That basically means I'm left with socks, but only up to a point. I still can't do a heel without looking up the directions, which falls in the category of "too much, too much." So I've been working on sock toes only.
And that's the perfect way to describe this mental state: I've been socktoed.
These are a close approximation of Anne-Marie Kavulla's Red Hot Socks (Rav link), which are in turn adapted from a Charlene Schurch pattern. I'm calling them "Chino Cool Socks," and they shall be excellent. Assuming I ever finish them.
In other news...
Before the news of the economic grand slamaroo of personal suckiness hit my little sphere, I bought a digital camera with Christmas money.
It's nothing fantabulous, but it is a perfectly serviceable Sony Cybershot DSC-S750. It was also more than 25 percent off, so I jumped. Here, this is my Saturday morning "Is this thing working?" face:
Won't this be fun?