You were quite right, Kristie – getting started on the Christmas cards was all it took to make me feel happier. A bit happier. Chores are like that old computer game with moles – hit one on the head, and there are two more behind you.
One nice thing is that there has never in history been a year with so few packages to wrap and post – a chore I truly hate, and an expensive one. Archie will save me a great deal of trouble and money by carrying the Greek presents to
when he goes home for the hols – gosh,
next week. I’ll see everybody else on the shores of Loch Fyne. That leaves only
the present for my sister to entrust to the mails. Athens
The credit card worked fine yesterday. There are now only a couple more jobs for it to do.
The still-to-do part of the brioche scarf is now measured in inches rather than feet. Two more evenings? It doesn’t look as if there’s any danger of a knitting panic, anyway. And the prospect of starting Ed’s Gardening Sweater stretches ahead like a sunny pasture. I’ll take it along over Christmas.
Franklin has posted about
Loop. Wonderful pictures, including one of me. That
should boost readership into the stratosphere for a day or two. And if I ever
get to London again, I am going to have to
insist on a day to myself to go back to Loop.
But how’s this for seasonal gloom:
I opened up Zite on the iPad just now, to see if there was any knitting news to fill a paragraph. The opening page always consists of five items on any subject which Zite thinks might be of interest. One of them, today, is a poem called Wild Before Winter, written by someone I knew at Oberlin. (Either that or there are two men in the world named Romulus Linney.)
“In my eightieth year” it says in the poem. Just like me. And at the end it says, “Used by permission of the Estate of Romulus Linney”.
On a brighter note: I was overjoyed, as you guessed, Metropolitan Rebecca, to learn that the norovirus is named after
. Wikipedia confirms it. The
virus laid the mighty All Blacks low last week, to the point where Norwalk,
them yesterday. England