I'm bummed at mortality. Two good men are gone from the earth this last week and it's just so wrong.
C-Span is airing their Library of Congress special tonight at 8pm.
Elizabeth I is done to the neck shaping thanks to nine hours of continuing ed last week.
(That's a Ravelry link to the main pattern and not mine, as mine isn't even using the same yarn. You'll be shocked to learn I'd changed my mind, frogged her and started over). (The Ravelry link is to a Slate article about Ravelry. Rav rulz)
I finally slogged through Aldous Huxley's pretentious drug trip tome, The Doors of Perception. Other than inspiring a great band name, what a snooze. I suppose it was more exciting in 1956 but he's prattling on about vision quests and psychological breakthroughs and I'm picturing meth kids.