back to where i was

My parents are here visiting (Dad’s running the half marathon as I type), so when the three of us were hanging out before dinner, and dad was reading all the little pamphlets that came with his t-shirt from the race and mom was doing a crossword puzzle, I was knitting.

Amazingly, I’m up before mom is–this never happens when I’m at their house! (And never happened while I was growing up.) But it’s fine, because I can knit.

I’ve made it back to where I was when I realized I had to take out the work. Not much time lost at all.