All well. It was a grey, overcast day, unseasonably warm. There is something to be said for Global Warming at this time of year, and especially as we face a winter in which we’re all afraid that we can’t afford to turn the heating on. Helen came, and we got around the garden.

 

And the knitting, as suspected, went much better in the morning. Yesterday’s afternoon effort had attached the cable section to the wrong side. There will soon be cables over there, too, but I didn’t struggle with the question of whether my initial, wrong-side attempt could be converted into what will be needed eventually. I ripped it out and started again. Here’s where I am:

 That’s about half-way through the rather small cable panel, 14 rows done of 34. I should finish it tomorrow. Picking up stitches and casting on others is hard work, requiring of close attention. Sunday, for the other one? Once next week gets well underway, this obsessive knitting will have to slacken. Quinn is being baptised on Tuesday or Wednesday. James and Cathy are coming on Thursday afternoon, staying until Sunday. The week after that, Rachel and Ed will be here. And not long after that, my sister and her husband. (They’ll be here for Thanksgiving and I’ll take them out to lunch.) I’ve had a very virtuous year on the cider front. I think I might allow myself a bit extra in November.

 

You’re quite right, Mary Lou (comment yesterday). I’ve got a pair of nearly-finished socks somewhere. The thing is to find them, and ascertain exactly where I am in the second foot, and keep them handy for relief-knitting. There’s something infinitely soothing about going round and round that small circumference.

 

Wordle: Five for me and Thomas and Granddaughter-Rachel. It was one of those maddening days when I had the last four letters as green tiles, but guessed wrong twice about the first letter. My scores for four and five are now back to level. Alexander and Daughter-Rachel scored three, Ketki and Theo four. Nothing from Mark.

 

Anonymous asked on Tuesday, What’s a Jean-word? It’s one that can’t possibly be right, either because it leaves out one or more of the already-established tiles; or puts a brown tile in a position it has already occupied (which therefore can’t be right); or re-uses a letter which has already been eliminated. Such words are often very useful.