Of the semester that is, and it’s shaping up to be a more than decent one.
Here’s how the day started:
But rewind, please.
Before that luscious mug of hot four-grain cereal, I confronted this:
The microwave in the grad student lounge is a fickle beast, who likes to add zeros to the time that you enter. So what I thought was 4 minutes was, in reality, 40 minutes. I realized this 9 minutes into the cooking, or about two New York Times articles.
The mug had spurted hot cereal in a fit of pique, which I dutifully cleaned up, all while thinking “I should take a picture of that! Seriously, it would be a great picture,” while walking to the bathroom and soaping down the dirty carousel component. The mug remained dirty, since I didn’t want to waste too much of its warmth. (What gives it that homey slurry look? Whole fat yogurt and sour cherry spread.)
Cleaning the mug afterward was not as much fun as getting it dirty, though.
And here is a picture of knitting:
(Shh — it’s in progress!)
Do to please forgive the crappy picture quality. I’ll take advantage of the still present snow when there’s more of it to show. (Hey that rhymed)
Socks that Rock, Mediumweight, Covelite. Lovely lovely yarn.
And lovely lovely needles too — metal dpns lent by Mom, indeterminate size, and not a matching set. They’ve converted me to metal dpns, because for once, I can really pull the first two stitches tight enough to get rid of the ladder, without worrying that I’ll snap a fragile needle.