I’m hurt. My back is stiff, and I don’t know why. But that’s not the main problem. The main problem is the big honking HOLE in my finger. I gouged my carrying finger with the needle yesterday, and it hurts. I pierced right through the callous. And I don’t have any super glue in the house! I had planned to work on socks again today, but I don’t know if I can.

Tonight is knitting group, but I don’t know what time DH is getting home, so I don’t know if I am going yet.

Did I tell you the other crazy thing my grandmother said?� When I was helping Mama clean her old room, I noticed the blanket I made for her several years back was still there, so I told Mama to take it to her. She’d been afraid someone would steal it, but I said “Lord knows I made that blanket for My Grandmother.” So Grandmother has the blanket now, but she told someone I made it for my uncle! Reckon she thinks those socks came from Wal-Mart, too. And I’m ok with that (I think), as long as her feet are warm. But I did tell her that I made that blanket for her, not UncleTwo.

I’m rambling, just putting off the inevitable cleaning of the bathroom. Shut up, Cass. Go clean so you can knit, and show us pictures. Ok, I am going.

Lord help me, I’ve started talking to myself on my own blog.