Another May day.  God hasn’t forgotten how to do it. If it continues another day, I’ll go out, no matter how badly I sleep tonight.  That problem remains to be solved. If lying awake and uncomfortable involved some means of locomotion, I could try going to the window and peering out in hopes of seeing the Northern Lights. But it doesn’t. I’m stuck. 

   Knitting has progressed, however slowly. I did get the balls of yarn for KD’s MKAL  labelled with their letters, A to E. I had forgotten that Milarochy Tweed involves a generous admixture of alpaca. That’s going to be nice to knit. But even if it’s garter stitch all the way, it looks like there’s going to be a lot of it. We shall see. I finished another skein for the Spalding today, too —  that always feels like progress.

   And I continued listening to Kenji. Today it was mostly a chapter about cooking meat. He went on and on and on about beef. If he mentioned lamb at all, I slept through it. Pork came in briefly, and chicken only slightly more. My diet is very low on meat these days, and I trust my butcher — that is, I utterly trust his sausages. I sometimes eat lamb cutlets or even chops. But that’s about it. So that chapter was of small interest. I woke up in the middle of one on vegetables, and have gone back to the beginning of it. But Edinburgh potatoes are not  California potatoes.

Wordle: a lucky three for me today. My starters gave me a green consonant and two brown vowels. It was a considerable struggle to think of any qualifying word, and when I did, it didn’t seem at all likely. But I typed it in, and it was right.

   Mark and Thomas joined me at the head of the class. Rachel, Alexander, Ketki andTheo had four. Five for Roger.