Snow? In Texas? In March?

I opened the door so I could take a picture of it, and of course it’s gone.

But Middlest’s sock is not. Behold: a heel!



Note how the “diaper” pattern continues down the back of the heel. I wasn’t too sure about the short rows on the heel turn, because the stitches are knit, not slipped. But there are no holes.



Not the best picture quality, but I took it at o’dark o’clock in my room. Memo to self: never try to cleverly insert properly formatted apostrophes immediately after cutting-and-pasting a photo. Fuzzy punctuation [even if it has perfectly turned heels] will never get you an A in English class.

This is the part where I put on my socks and another layer or twelve and go out to scrape off my windshield. This is also the day in which I drink my breakfast, lunch, dinner, and all snacks in between. Including half a gallon of bug juice.

Another memo to self: vote in the Texas primary *before* drinking bug juice. Other voters will appreciate this.

I woke up congested. My right ear vaguely hurts. I want my mommy. But Tan sent me this. Which makes almost everything almost all-better.