Sorry about that.
I'm alive. Really.
I just got back from a business jaunt to a conference in Santa Fe. There's this one organization I'm in that gives good conference. Last year it was Miami, this year Santa Fe. However, it's kind of weird how both times it was unseasonably cold.
Can I tell you how much I love New Mexican food? I love New Mexican food. Several of my conference buddies complained bitterly about having the same kind of food over and over, but I was in heaven. Comida sin chile no es comida. When I was able to order my food "Christmas" (meaning with both red and green chile), I was thrilled. And if you're ever in Santa Fe, just install yourself in the Plaza Cafe and work your way through the menu. It's cheap, it's delicious, it's friendly, and, well, I just wish every place in the world served sopaipillas on the side with a squeeze bottle of honey. My main question is why there aren't New Mexican restaurants all over the country. Really, it's the best food going. I missed the fam and was ready to come home, but I really wish I could just teleport to the Plaza every day for lunch. Maybe breakfast too. Sigh.
I finished all the pieces of Elizabeth and need to block and seam her and then knit the neckline. I live in fear that this sweater is going to be tragically unflattering, so, like a rational and intelligent knitter, I'm pretending it doesn't exist. Isn't that the proper reaction when a sweater you knitted at a gauge of >6sts/in might be unwearable? I thought so.
Instead, I've been concentrating on low cognitive demand knitting. Socks. There have been many socks in recent weeks, and my feet are happy. I have thoughts about sweaters--heck, I even bought yarn for Am Kamin (talk about high cognitive demand knitting!), but socks are just about perfect right now.
We have the world's greatest houseguest at the moment, so life is good, and we even had a chance to go out to dinner thanks to her. Henry has fallen hard (apparently the other day he said he was "snorkeling in the love pond"), and the dog is convinced her life will be this good forever. Nobody is going to be happy when she goes off to the next rotation. Plus, how often do you get to talk about socks while watching dumb tv every night? Even poor Rhys is putting up with the yarn talk and enjoying her presence. January will be all too short.
Photos at some point. Promise...