In which our heroine accomplishes a task

Sorry, been reading Robert Rankin's Brightonomicon today, and the narration style is a bit peculiar... actually the whole book is downright weird, but entertaining nonetheless. Especially when one has a head full of cold, as I do. And may I, just for a moment, digress to say that I strongly dislike those coworkers of mine who come in to work when they should clearly be home in bed, and not only do they come in, they refuse to take any symptom-suppressing medication, and therefore spread their noxiousness all about our poorly-ventilated offices? Because of three of such folk (yes, three separate and distinct sets of symptoms), I was forced to stay home today myself. First, to get the appropriate amount of rest, fluid, and Tylenol. Second, to not further spread the trifold plague. See? Considerate and thoughtful, that's me.

Despite my moderately-incapacitated state, however, I did manage to complete my first knitted FO of 2009 - Peter's Day & Ross socks. I must post a picture once I get Peter to take it, but right now he's taking down the Christmas tree (huzzah!), so I shan't disturb him and get him off-task. EDIT: Here they are!


Now, my Knitting Plan for the year involved a carefully-crafted schedule, based on certain gift-able occasions and a reasonable amount of apply-butt-to-chair knitting time. However, we in the world of generous stitchery all know that situations arise where we must absolutely set aside the current (or next) project and cast on for something urgent. This, my dear blogosphere friends, is one of those times. My dear friend Jamie, recently married and utterly charming, is one of the blessed souls who embraces our planet by walking to and from work each day. Good girl! However, she also has gorgeously long and thick hair, which completely fails to dry before she leaves for her 30-minute trek, and so she has been arriving at the office of late with a cold, somewhat-frozen coiffure. Not Good. So, in the spirit of friendship and avoiding the perils of going out with wet hair (I'm sure her mother, like mine, told her to Never Go Out With Wet Hair), I am going to knit for her a moebius-style scarf/headwrap, to keep her warm(er) and dry(er). This will be a simple garter stitch on big needles and I fully expect to bang it out over the weekend, provided that what I think is in my stash closet is actually in my stash closet.

So, this is what I need to go and check, now. As soon as I rescue Peter and the tree from the "assistance" of Mok, who is... helping? Oh dear.