Sick Day Sock

I finished a sock yesterday while I was at home feeling like all kinds of ass.



Does that black furry thing under my foot look familiar? Well, it should. It's Zelia the Wonder Kitty.



It's only taken me about 1.5 months to finish this one sock. It's got a lacy pattern; that take more concentration than the ribbed socks I have made. Plus, I've been a little busier than usual, and wouldn't dare take this sock on a train to work on. Plus, I've also knit two hats and a scarf since I started this sock. So that's enough justification, right?

I don't feel like all kinds of ass today. I can actually breathe through my nose, am not sneezing nearly a much, and may be all cleared up soon. That's the beauty of staying home when you should; your colds go away so much more quickly. I can't believe I even debated it, but it was because I knew work was going to be busy yesterday. It's going to be busier on Monday, however, so I'd rather take the sick day now and be healthy-ish by Monday.

The apartment saga continues. Yup, we're still moving. We haven't secured a place yet, but we saw three places today, and they'd all be acceptable. There is one we liked the most, and are hoping to get. The landlady is a knitter! No brainer. We'll still check Craigslist daily for places to look at.

We've been going through our stuff, and have taken this as an opportunity to offload some of the crap we've been holding on to. We brought a bunch of books and videotapes to a thrift store today, and have some records and CDs to sell. Maybe I'll RAK some excess yarn and fabric to a few folks.

Solvie is still always starving.



We ate at a sub/pizza joint today, and I got a turkey club. The turkey slices were packed on an inch thick. I only ate 1/2 the sandwich and some french fries, but took home the turkey for the kitties. When Solvie got a whiff of it, she was practically screaming for it. I have more to give her. Cats really like cold cut turkey.

(Oh, and at one point while viewing the apartment we liked, the landlady's dog started sniffing at my pocket. ZMrK didn't notice, but when I told him later he starting laughing.)

(I also starting laughing uncontrollably when I rolled up a thick wad of turkey and shoved it into the plastic bag that you get your fork/knife/napkin in at delis. It looked like a weird little taquita.)

I also deleted most of my myspace photos and made this the main photo:



I'm really vain, aren't I? I just *love* that picture. I almost cried when ZMrK gave it to me.

Another reason why I'm vain: earlier today, I told ZMrK that, before I met him, I considered the perfect partner for me would be "me with a penis". Really, that is exactly what I got. Our personalities and likes/dislikes just mesh really well, but we have enough different interests that we learn a lot from each other. Bliss.