coming home
#1 Son arrived home late last night to much fanfare from his adoring fans.
OK… not so much. Maybe just a bit of fanfare from his adoring mom, who was very glad to see him. Mom, you don’t really need to take a picture of me as I get off the plane after 24 hours of travel. Really.
Yes I do.
He was tanned and looking a bit strung out from Carnival celebrations and 24 hours of travel. I’m so glad to have him back in Portland, at least for a while.
Moo Cow was glad to see him, too.
I frogged the Monkey Clown socks and restarted with a whirlpool toe. I’m still on the toe increases. I may knit these in plain stockinette, because… well… what pattern could possibly hold its own? #1 Son said, Clown barf is a little harsh. They’re not that bad.
We shall see. Film at 11 and all that.
