A bit blowy, but not distressingly cold. David and Helen are successfully back from their visit south. They found David’s mother well, successfully moved into her retirement community. I was sorry to learn that the someone-to-call,  is not on the premisses. I am greatly comforted, both here at home and at Cramond, to know that care is close at hand. I’ve not yet ever called for it, but the day will come.

  Knitting has progressed. I am sort of disappointed to discover that I am not progressing with tremendous speed even though I have joined the stitches into a cylinder and have nothing to worry about until I reach the hem. I mentioned yesterday that there are some “wrong” stitches in what is presumably the first round of the new cylinder. Now I think that the stitches post-join are a wee bit bigger and looser-looking than the earlier ones.

   Same needle, of course. But when I was knitting the earlier stitches, things felt tight. Did I even consider employing a larger needle? Whereas now it feels comfortable. I can only go on.

   Wordle: unbelievable. EVERYBODY else scored three. I scored four. There is nothing else to say.