After effectively and accidentally moving myself to Pacific time (despite a lack of travel), I'm now too tired to write anything amazing. I am knitting a pair of variegated teal and purple socks. This is my virginal sock experience. They are knit two at a time on circular needles, a miracle I still don't understand. Every row is a labyrinth where I have to figure out which yarn is presently in use and which row I haven't yet completed. This, I suppose, is what people do when they miss home.