Unreserved

I've been taught that it was rats that were primarily responsible for spreading black plague around ye olde Europe. I think if historians looked more carefully they would find that the real cause was small children. They certainly are effective vectors of disease at our house. Cold - 4 humans - 0. I knew I was really sick when I didn't even have the will to knit. If my voice doesn't come back by Friday, I'm going to have to track down one of those robovoice vibrating throat things. (Do you know what I'm talking about? I'm sure they have a real name.) Yelling at children is not so effective when one can only whisper. And talking on the phone at work has become completely futile. The girls are confused and keep whispering back at me, thinking they're supposed to be quiet. I guess there is an upside.

The good news is that we're five days sewage free, and nothing has broken down so far this week. The "service engine soon" light is still on in my car, though. I wonder how long it takes for those things to burn out?
Anna survived her first solo day at school. Getting details about the day is like pulling teeth. I have learned that her teacher has a roller coaster.

I'm really looking forward to fall. I've got a pair of handknitted socks that I haven't even had a chance to wear yet! I haven't forgotten Cromarty in my UFO stash, either. For now, I'm trying to finish the Luna shawl I'm working out of my own handspun mohair. I like it, but I've hit the all too familiar ennui that occurs when the project is too far from finished and too long worked on to be novel. I've got a bobbin of alpaca from Reiland's that I spun over Labor Day weekend - I'd love to spin up another bobbin and see what it's like plied. I also haven't washed/set my multicolored yarn from the merino/soy silk I dyed. I seriously love having my hand in too many projects at once!

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