Sock Update

Because I'm sure you are riveted, and cannot go on living until you know how my sock is coming along.

No crazy relatives have called lately -- well, none that are out of the ordinary -- and so I don't have any early morning phone hilarity for you. I can't offer you a thoughtful essay because I'm too distracted right now to think any deep thoughts. That may be a permanent condition; I'm not sure. Anyway, I don't have much to offer, but here's a sock update.

This is the sock on my hand. I tried putting it on my foot earlier, and I popped a bunch of stitches off the needles. I remained calm and fixed the problem. Okay, that's a lie. I did not remain calm. At all. Anyway, that's why it's on my hand.



For your further amusement, here is a picture of the sock as a sock puppet. Imagine the sock puppet speaking in a high, squeaky voice, and saying, "Hello. I am an alien and these are my antennae. Take me to your leader."



In case you worry for my sanity, the sock puppet came to be over the weekend, while I was sitting and knitting at a registration table. In three hours, one person came to register. We were so bored that an alien sock puppet seemed positively sane, and pretty funny.

And doesn't it look much more like a sock now?