What? Was I visibly twitching?

On the train home last night, there was a woman across the aisle and back a couple of seats who was engaged in a long, rambling, and louder-than-I-would-have-liked conversation with her seatmate on a topic that I would rather not have overheard. When the seatmate left the train, the woman pulled out some sort of electronic device which promptly began emitting pips and beeps, mostly the same note over and over and over.

Trainman was engrossed in his book. Designman [interior design firm; great conversationalist; wedding band] was sitting across the aisle, napping. Somebody else’s phone went off and woke him. He became aware of NoisyGamer a few seats ahead of him. We exchanged glances. I rolled my eyes. Designman stifled a snort.

NoisyGamer left the train at the station before ours, at which point Trainman put his book away and started gathering his stuff. I asked Designman, “Was I visibly twitching?” He laughed and said that I was not.

I told him, “It’s at moments like this that I wish I had my friend’s T-shirt that says, I knit so I do not kill people.”

At which point Trainman chimed in, “Yeah, and she has the sharp poky sticks to do it.”

The sharp poky sticks and I made great progress on the back of the Sunrise Circle Jacket yesterday. Behold:



Sixty-eight stitches on that needle, down from 104, second star to the right, straight on till morning...

Changing topics: my friend Kristen asked, what are the five most influential books you have read?

1. The Book of Mormon; aussi Le Livre du Mormon und Das Buch Mormon
2. Exodus [Leon Uris]
3. My Name is Asher Lev [Chaim Potok]
4. The Screwtape Letters [C.S. Lewis]
5. Believing Christ [Stephen E. Robinson]

My friend Sooz has another great column out this week.

Today I get to see my wonderful doctor and [I devoutly hope] come home with a prescription for oral medicine that will boost the effectiveness of the topical fungicides I’ve been using. I think I have lost at least five pounds, possibly ten, since the last time I was there, which will please her. I know that I’m moving more comfortably than I have in a long time, and sleeping somewhat better.

Knit Night last night was small: four knitters and Middlest with a small sewing project. One rather strange young man who wandered in and out of the coffeeshop and kept staring at us. One inconsiderate man driving an Escalade who nearly X-rayed us with his headlights when he pulled into a parking space. Middlest and I were the last to pack up to go. We walked out with one of our knitting friends in case the strange young man was lurking about. And we were all amazed that it was 9:00, and I was still awake!