Mordecai: "What about after? What about after we do it?"
Mordecai: "What do we do then?"
Stranger: "Well then you live with it."
--High Plains Drifter
Bienvenue vers l'étang de grenouille! That's French for 'welcome to the frog pond', my friends.
Well that wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be. It was like ripping off a Bandaid. I did it quickly.
"That reminds me. I still have to buy some of that Tilli Tomas in the 'Ant' colorway," said Daisy.
"You don't want it?"
"No, it's pissing me off to look at it. Take it away."
I still have a couple of things on needles shoved into the stash bin, but I couldn't get to them tonight because Accountant Boy was sleeping. Expeditions into the Yarn Cave are noisy. I'm going in there tomorrow to finish the job. It's exciting, this all-out frog fest. I'm happy thinking about everything I could knit, without the mental clutter of all of the things I've started to knit and then set aside.
That leaves two things on needles that aren't getting destroyed. I'm still trying to save Starsky, and I started a new cardigan using double-stranded Manos on US17 needles. It should take about three days to complete. I've knit three inches of the left front in only 15 minutes.