Ran over there after work last night and washed four loads. They have a gi-normous washer/dryer set and a real laundry room, and while it is not as fast as going to the laundromat and using four or five washers at once, the laundromat does not give me beef tips and rice for dinner, or Jon Stewart, or HGTV.
I came home with two loads of dry laundry and am heading back in a few to pick up the other two loads. Or at least one of them. Load three will have dried, overnight, and I have no idea if/when Firstborn tossed the last load into the dryer for me. There is no folding service chez elle, but the hugs are out of this world! [And she has Lindor truffles in her pantry!]
I got as far as the gusset increases on Firestarter at work yesterday before realizing that I might have done the increases wrong on the first sock. Thankfully, I had the Stripedy Stocking in my bag, so I worked on it until I could come home and check. I thought that maybe I had done a K-M1 instead of a P-M1, but on close inspection that sock is just fine, and I can proceed.
Today I have Legal Secretary 101.1, AKA more of the same. Cue the Pointer Sisters, because I am one excited receptionist!
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!