Can it be tomorrow now, please? The universe has kicked me in the head enough for one day, thanks. No, nothing end-of-worldish, just millions of tiny nibbles and pokes and kicks, all adding up to an increasingly rage-tinged point of had-enough.

When the boy goes down for his nap, I will knit. That will help. I did not in fact knit yesterday or the day before; I practised the cello instead. Which I needed to do. So yes: I will knit. That will calm me down. I may knit the hat (which would be the smart thign to do) or I may try to figure out how to use DPNs to knit an armwarmer, thereby cleverly avoiding the whole having-to-purl thing. Ha.