The highlight of yesterday is that it was much like the day before. Whew! Hugs, kisses, smiles; sometimes sleepy smiles. I didn't spend too much time, don't want to over-do -- he needs lots of love, but he needs to rest and get better. That's the hope for today, too. We already know that Friday will be much different. Surgery is scheduled for first thing and, yes, it is Michael's birthday and St. Patrick's Day. I'm already thinking of leprechauns, rainbows, pots of gold, slightly more than 16 candles, four-leaf clovers, Aran sweaters, redheads, freckles, green, green, green, and luck o' the mostly honorary Irish (though there is just a splash of real, by-now-very-watered-down Irish in our veins). Kiss someone Irish tomorrow and give 'em an extra peck with a thought for my bro, hm?
I'm still knitting blue and there's plenty more in the bag. I keep thinking of what I might take up with next, but that's Shirley Shrugs, resting quietly in full view of me and the closest stash atop the entertainment center.
That's Mom's going to demand that it get some attention.
Making the loudest stash noise at the moment and making valiant effort at catching my eye (other than at least five -- no six -- varieties of sock yarn that's really getting quite obnoxious), is this nice, green, wool-cotton that I purchased last June at School Products in NYC with a sweater for Mack in mind. It's even already found a pattern with which to associate -- Knitty's Trellis. Running a close second and third are Bamboo and the Juniper baby alpaca, both sent by my BP from last fall, Jessica; she sent me some Hemp yarn, too, but I can't hear it from the hamper.