Woke up this morning to the unmistakable sound of something in agony -- the only question was what. Finally figured out it is the furnace. It has had to work itself up to turning on all winter, somewhat like a prima dona -- I'm almost ready. click. oh I'm not quite ready yet. click click. You aren't paying attention. click click click. this morning it was "A Night On Bald Mountain" by an unskilled group of players at double speed and triple sound level. Yay verily, enough to wake the dead! Wailing, moaning, whining, I think I even heard the gnashing of teeth in there! I really thought for a moment we had the steam boiler going for a bit, but remembered in time that it is a different furnace. What a way to wake up.
In fairness to the migraine (yesterday's post) it isn't so much that it is a liar. I am better. I just am grumpy that I want to be better at being better. I can knit, which is so much of an advance over several weeks ago. 2 weeks ago I wouldn't have been able to knit the simple pattern. I don't know if I can knit lace yet, but that's all right. well, almost all right. I'd like to be able to do it, but the fact that I can knit is a gift of its own. I do get tired and crabby that the headache restricts so much of life, which sometimes seems restricted so much already.
I'm hoping to post pictures of the hat soon today (if the camera finishes charging) and ask for decisions on the legs. I figure that way YOU can have a say too!