The Magical Sock

I am beginning to think that my Jaywalker is knitting itself while I sleep.

We're ready to do the ol' heel flap here and I don't quite remember knitting all this. Maybe it's the heat. Perhaps this sock is actually a combination of yarn and dried sweat. Is that a disgusting thought or what? Why I'm still knitting when it's 800 bazillion degrees outside is beyond me. But everyone says socks are the perfect summer project so who am I to argue, being a sock newbie and all. Plus I'm afraid if I stop making socks I'll forget how and then I'll be stuck with a HECK of a lot of sock yarn. A heck of a lot.

And because I have nothing else to report we'll fill up space with kitty pictures.

"Andy, you stink."

"Hold still, I need to wash your ear."

"Too bad you can't wash out stupid."