Moose seems pretty well recovered now. He does cough from time to time, but that could be from the trach tube, too. So I'm watching and waiting and bribing him with balls of raw hamburger that conceal his antibiotics. He really likes the hamburger, thank God.
So that was Friday. Saturday was far worse.
My boyfriend, Tom, spends Saturdays with his teenage son, Michael. Much to my complete dismay, Tom and Michael both recently purchased crotch rocket motorcycles. I HATE THEM. Why my 55-year-old, not-in-the-greatest-of-health boyfriend feels the need to ride one of those God-awful death traps is completely beyond me. I suspect he wants to connect with his kid, and I respect that. But I don't think it's safe for anyone to be on a motorcycle, least of all Tom and his son.
I screwed up one of the cables and have frogged back to fix it. So far, so good. No one would have noticed the mistake but it would have bugged me. Better to fix it than try to live with it. I know from experience that I'd never wear the scarf if it wasn't knitted correctly.
I plan to make the Cabled Cuff Mittens from the new Cascade 220 book, 60 Quick Knits. They'll be cute with the scarf, don't you think?
Thank God for knitting. Speaking of God, if you're a praying woman, please pray for my beloved pug and my beloved man, too. And while you're at it, put in a good word for me, too. We all really need the help.