I need a long, cold drink of something. Quite possibly wine, perhaps a nice rose or even a mosacto. Maybe even a straight whiskey or bourbon. And knitting. Just mindless knitting.

Of course. That’s quite possibly not going to happen. In fact, it distinctly won’t. It doesn’t rain, it pours.

I still want to finish the Henry tonight though. 4 rows left of the pattern and 400 stitches to cast off… hmmm…. maybe.