This morning, I ran out of gas. And I don't mean that figuratively. I have never run out of gas in all my (many) years of driving. Ever. I had to call around to see which neighbor a) was awake and b) had a can of gas. I finally located one who was willing to come save me, but it took him almost a half an hour to go in his garage, get the gas can, put it in his truck, and drive the less-than-a-mile to my driveway. I thought I was going to go mad. I didn't want to go back in the house because the routine had already been set in motion and the hounds would commence baying if I made any alteration to the process. Then, again, once I leave the house, they only recognize me as an intruder in a car, so bayed their tiny heads off anyway.
Earlier that morning, after finally casting off the first sleeve on the sweater from hell, I realized I had been knitting away in denial for the entire sleeve. Hmm, I had said to myself - OFTEN - how odd that they have you INcrease every X rows on a sleeve. Oh, well. Lalalalalalalala. Once I (ACTUALLY) cast it off, it looked all wrong. I checked the pattern (now, THERE'S an idea), I realized I was supposed to DEcrease every X rows. No shineola, Sherlock. I had to rip it all out, which is so much extra fun with fuzzy thread-weight yarn, and start over.
There's plenty of room on this train, if anyone is headed in the same direction....
On a totally different note - IT RAINED. A short thunderstorm rumbled through last night and it poured! We got half of an inch and it has been raining off and on all day. Huzzah!