Sock Knitting

My modem seems to have dropped the line without telling me, while I was composing deathless prose on the subject of Mr Rumsfeld and sock knitting and Anne Modesitt's blog. When I clicked Publish, all was lost, except, oddly, the title.

Here, an abbreviated version.

Someone wrote anonymously to suggest sock-knitting as a remedy for the formless fear which is strangling me. And it's a good idea. Eight years ago, inspired by my new membership in the Knitlist, I started knitting socks again, specifically as travel knitting. The experience of flying -- I used to be seriously terrified -- was completely transformed. It's something about turning round and round in the same place.