We're due to have another rainy weekend in Sunny Florida, but I don't mind - I have a swift, a ball winder, and many skeins of Cascade 220 awaiting winding. It's time to cast on that market bag, as seen on Black Dog. Tonight I will park my fanny in front of a pay-per-view movie and knit - not a bad way to spend a birthday at my advanced and decrepit age.


Nursing home knitting continues, and the Xanax Sweater is living up to its soothing purpose. I've done about 10 inches on the body - I love Cotton Fleece, it's the ideal "winter sweater" weight for Florida and it's a pleasure to knit with it. I'm not spending as much time at the nursing home now, though - my husband is sleeping almost all the time, occasionally his eyes flutter open but he doesn't appear aware of his surroundings, and it's hard to sit on that butt-numbing chair all day. I visit every day for a few hours and try to let him know I am there, but as of the other day he doesn't appear to know me anymore and there's really no benefit to him or me to my sitting there for endless hours. I'm on leave from my job right now, but I think that if his status remains the same, I will go back to work part time the week after next. I'm starting to go stir-crazy. If you're the praying type, pray that this nightmare ends soon.