Ugh.

The PMS fairy (I picture her looking just like Carol Kane in Scrooged) tapped me with her wand whacked me with a two-by-four yesterday, and I am suddenly feeling very un-bullshit friendly and in the mood to rant about every stupid thing I read online, but instead I think I will quietly knit bandages until my mood adjusts itself. I will stay out of KR entirely, I'm too dangerous at the moment. I have to go to work today, then tonight I think Girl and I will have dinner out and drive around looking at Christmas lights - there's one neighborhood not far from here that is legendary for their over-the-top, Clark Griswold style decorations.

I finished the first bandage and cast on a second. This enormous ball of kitchen cotton appears almost untouched. I think I'll be knitting bandages for the next year. I also managed a few rows on my Sockotta socks. Whoo-hoo.