I am up late doing laundry. The time set aside for the washing of clothes was taken over by doctor appointments, a drop class deadline, and a bicycle crash. All is well, except for the bicycle. I think there is a hammer and a pair of pliers or two in its future. That is not really my area of expertise.
Cauchy (rav link) is coming along slowly.
(Who took off with the camera?)
It is a wonderful unisex pattern when dressier socks are called for. And the yarn? Boy Howdy does it feel good. I will definitely be knitting something for myself using this yarn.
This weekend I began reading The Artist’s Way. This book is so far to the opposite side of the books I read. But people keep telling me how great it is. Real artists whose work I admire. After hearing it again at a party on Saturday I said “Uncle”. It is very interesting and I can see why it continues to be popular, so many years after the first printing. The book is actually a course of study divided into 12 weeks. I do not see myself working through the course, but I have already gleaned a couple of nuggets. So far the book is geared towards blocked artists. I am not a blocked artist. Slow? Yes. Stalled? Possibly. Blocked? No. Still, I am enjoying it and will keep reading.
What have I given up reading? The Professor and the Madman. Reading one more page of that book would have made me a raving madman. The author has forgotten, or perhaps slipped into the depths on the wrong side of the tracks and ceased to care, that there is such a thing as a period in the English language, a point designed to end a sentence, an end that many people enjoy and look forward to seeing, an end that authors, such as they are, have been using for centuries, in many various languages, to great acclaim. OY!