S.O.C.K.S Happened...

But it was a near thing.  I am committed to my participation in the Summer Of Compensatory Knitting Socialization program.  After ten months of knitting in isolation and developing rather questionable habits which might be misinterpreted out in the world-at-large, I feel it is vital that I relearn the art of being with others in a socially acceptable way.  

Left to my own devices, I tend to make up little songs about things within my visual range, wear mismatched socks and find the funny in stuff that no one else could ever see as humorous.  I really need the practice.

However, I am incredibly tired after yesterday's mad rush to find and disinfect all the filters that I was, apparently, supposed to be maintaining throughout the years.  Once I found one that looked kind of yucky, it became clear to me that filters must become a priority around here lest I expire from poor air quality inhalation.  

Anyone who was questioning my need to practice social skills whenever possible is probably starting to see why it might be necessary.

Anyhoo...Filtration Refreshification takes a lot out of a girl.  Today, I found myself quite tuckered out.  I also found my back to be kind of sore.  I lolled about on the couch in my jammies until nearly 10:00 and only dressed myself in something quasi-not-pajama-ish because the cats were starting to look at me askance.  

Which is saying something because this is pretty much what they do all day...

Even the act of putting on something with hooks and buttons was not enough to really wake me up or motivate me to be anything other than a couch potato.  I think that the most ambitious thing I did all day was heat up a Hot Pocket so that I would be well-nourished for my afternoon nap.

But, tired or not, I was still able to make it down to The Yarn Sellar for a little of the group knitting.  If nothing else, I was able to leave the house knowing that I was very well-rested and that the air would be well-filtered in my absence.  I took a sock along for the ride.  Socks are good projects for S.O.C.K.S.

Better than The Thing That Will Never Grow Up To Be A Sweater.  That is not a travel project.  It lives under cover of darkness, perhaps never to see the light of day.  For all my being tired , I must admit that I did knit upon it today.  I'd like to think I'm giving it a chance before it all falls apart according to the rules of The Blog Sweater Curse.  It has, after all, been behaving pretty well.

Then today, I had to frog the sleeve...I almost feel better when it all goes wrong.

SA