Here we are. I'm sorry for the gap. My husband is back in hospital with a chest infection.

We were doing pretty well, with lots of help. On Tuesday afternoon, after his nap, he was a bit droopy. On Wednesday morning the diabetic nurse took his temperature and found it somewhat up. (No figures, because I still can't think in New Money, when it comes to body temperatures.) She phoned the practice and the GP came zipping around and prescribed a strong antibiotic, hoping to keep my husband at home.

He was well the rest of that day, but started vomiting in the night and by yesterday morning was very weak. Temperature even higher, and oxygen saturation poor. So they took him away.

I am finding the peace and quiet rather welcome this morning. And a good night's sleep has repaired the ravages of the night before. I'll phone the ward soon for more news.

Knitting

I had the wit to grab the Pakokku socks before we set out in the ambulance. I found I couldn't remember them at all. My electronic Filofax (Lotus Organizer, very second millennium) says that I started them in mid-March. I might learn something if I turned back to the blog. Hospital examination and admission is a tedious business, and I got quite a bit done.

And the day before, I got the underarm decreases for the back of the sleeveless vest nicely started. Mary Lou, it hadn't even occurred to me to resort to weighing to determine how much yarn I have used. Brilliant! Even more useful was the commenter who told me how many skeins of Whiskey Barrel I ordered in the first place – except that I can't find that comment, and would be glad to have it again to spare me trailing back through the blog myself.

Thanks to many of you for advice on heavyish v-neck sweaters. There's a real possibility at LLBean if I can sell my husband on a Henley neck (like Archie's). And I mean to explore the other excellent-sounding suggestions. I think lambswool is going to be too light and office-y.

Carol Feller's new book on short rows turned up yesterday – I must have pre-ordered it. I'm only a few pages in, and it looks interesting.

I keep getting letters from IK urging me to renew at once so as not to miss an issue. My address label seems to show that the subscription expires with the issue of Winter 2016. I had better examine my records and the old-IK-issue pile to make sure they don't mean 2015. Winter 2016 is far too far away to think of renewing now. I could be dead by then. Quis scit an adiciant hodiernae crastina summae/ tempora di superi?, as Horace has it.