So, last night I forced myself to stay in bed, instead of getting up for an hour or two in the night. Managed to stay in bed until almost 5:00. I can’t tell which part of the night was actual sleeping or just wishing I was asleep. No matter, I’m up now. Finger stick was 126.

I wasn’t as productive yesterday as I had hoped. Part of the day was feeling crappy, and part was feeling crappier. Whatever… <*shrug*>

I didn’t get far on the socks, but I completed the toes, made the separator band and began the foot part.

The yarn for these came out crappy because of bleeding out from black to browns, and I wouldn’t sell it, but I sort of like the mottled look on the socks. And now it’s just tedious knitting until I reach the heel. I’ll be glad when the socks are deep enough to stuff the yarn balls into the socks to carry around, instead of the plastic bags the yarn is now in. Makes it so much easier to keep the yarn inside the sock, less likely to tangle with the yarn from the other sock.

Yesterday I commented on FB that I was settling in to watch a Harry Potter marathon to spend the day knitting, and discovered I’d turned it on to catch the last 30 minutes of the final movie of the series — hmph! And someone commented, “J.K. Rowling is a TERF.” Whether she is or isn’t has no bearing on whether I watch the movies. They are so familiar to me that I don’t need to pay attention but they’re good background noise.

Now, being a TERF is definitely NOT a good thing, but it annoys me that there are people who latch onto some artist’s sin (perceived or real) and announce it at every opportunity or any mention of the artist’s work. Virtually every artist, just like every other human being, has character flaws. If we reject their work because of their flaws, we’d have no art in the world.

Anyway… into the day I go.