My honey loves me

He washed my truck - fixing the crummy job the automatic car wash did earlier this week.









An experiment in sundyeing.

The dye jars from a few weeks ago didn't exhaust. I hung on to them, not sure what use they might have.

Today I plopped in four ounces of dry colonial wool and sat it on the deck. I'll leave it through tomorrow evening.

Maybe it'll work, maybe it won't. Still, it's fun to experiment.

I've had a very busy work week. My first big project was rolled out at work. It went smoother than I anticipated, and I'm happy with it. (I guess all our nurses are way smarter than I hoped for!)

It still requires 24 hour support, and I'm back to carrying a beeper and being on call. It's a different kind of call from OR call, though, and I'm OK with it.

I have done a bit more knitting on Rogue, while sitting around brain dead in the evenings.

I'm past the kangaroo pockets. I love the variety of the cabling at the sides of the sweater. It certainly breaks up the long stretches of stockinette and keeps it interesting!




On my extremely brain dead evenings, I finished spinning up the sundyed purple from a few weeks ago.

Today I plied it up and draped it on the clothesline to dry with the laundry.

It's soft and multi-purpley, not as blue as it looks here. I like it.



Paul's grilling ribeyes, and we're sitting on the deck (I love wireless!) with a nice bottle of wine. It's a great Saturday evening - almost good as camping.