I tracked down my printed copy of the Queen of Cups pattern. I have even cast on the second sock. This is good, right? Of course it is.
Here's the conundrum: I started reading The Regulators by Richard Bachman (Stephen King's pseudonym) and I'm hooked on it. It's every bit as good as his work from the 80s and 90s. It's a struggle to put it down when it's time for lights out and I am now torn between reading and knitting in the evenings. I haven't been much of a fan of Mr. King's work in the past ten to fifteen years (though I must say I haven't even tried The Dark Tower series), but I have been completely sucked in by this book. It's deliciously creepy without an excess of gore. The plot is just twisted enough that I can't quite figure it out yet. There are, perhaps, just a few too many characters, but at the rate at which they're dying, that won't be a problem for too long. Perhaps because this is one of Richard Bachman's books, rather than one of Mr. King's books, it's actually set in Ohio, not Maine. I've even been having mildly disturbing dreams since I started reading it and ordinarily I don't have any dreams at all as far as I know. So far I haven't had to sleep with the lights on, but that may change.
The Gator Mitt I haven't finished since I got stuck in December is muttering unkind things about me as I continue to ignore it. LA LA LA LA LA! I'M NOT LISTENING!!!! Is it a sure sign of madness when you start talking back to your knitting?