Well, my laundry isn’t completely done, and I’m not moving to Fiji. It’s mostly done and put away. It’s very, very close. I have a load of delicates and a load of Clark’s clothes left. Nate helped, although he denies being concerned about Fiji. I think he should be very concerned.

I wasn’t able to even look at my needles yesterday, so there isn’t any more stocking progress to show, beyond the yellow cuff you saw yesterday.

I remember a particularly wonderful laundry day over a year ago, where I spent the entire day doing laundry. I’d put in a load, put one away, and sit and knit until it was time to rotate again. It was fantastic. At the end of the day, all the clothes and linens were clean and put away, and I had, in my mind, spent the day knitting. I’ll bet dinner was even in the crock pot before lunch. The day was that good. I remember thinking that this was by far the best way to do laundry, and quite justified. I intended to do it again. That was one laundry day over a year ago.

Why is that?

Right now I can sum it up in a word, and that word would be Clark. But before he was born, I still couldn’t manage it. However, in thinking about it, the 8 months before he was born I was too horribly sick to knit anyway. So that laundry day must have been shortly before the pregnancy and certainly before the moving insanity. Yup, must have been.

One day, I tell you. One day I will look forward to laundry day, because it will mean knitting. It will be synonymous. Isn’t that a happy thought? Doesn’t it make you want to sort dirty clothes right now?

Me neither. But it’s a good way to sweeten an inevitable and continuous chore.

So, knit-along day. What’ve you got? It sounds like some of you are discouraged and distracted. Tell us about it. Anyone have anything great? Finished?

I need to swatch some argyle still, and I leave you with a pretty picture of my mom’s birthday flowers.