It's raining again. At least, I think it is. It was this morning, with no wind, which made the walk to the bus stop rather pleasant. But I haven't been outside in broad daylight yet, so maybe it's stopped. It's weird, this going to and coming from work in the dark. I lose track of time.
It was a food-riffic weekend. While the roommate was in Sonoma for the weekend, taking a cooking class and having a little something to eat, the boy and I took part in a group dinner at the house of some friends, with tasty-but-simple food and an eye-popping assortment of desserts. Got to see some people I haven't seen in months, people who forgive me for dropping off the face of the earth from time to time. Monday evening a small group of us got together for Peruvian food. I don't think I'm going to need to eat for the rest of the week. I keep making noises about having people over for lovely little dinners, but that would cut into my goofing off time.
While I'm really rusty in the writing department, I'm making up for it in knitting. In the past month, I've broken my knitting slump with a pair of gloves, a scarf and one sock. That sock's going back whence it came, though. The pattern's lovely, but I'd like to remake it with plain knitting for the sole instead of 2x2 ribbing. The ribbing just feels funny underfoot. In the meantime, I'm working on a sweater for a friend's soon-to-be-born baby. I'm using the baby kimono pattern in the summer 2005 Interweave Knits and Baby Cashmerino yarn in Apple, and so far, so good.
Also? I love the color so much I want to paint a wall in my bedroom to match.