Some day I will blog before the sun goes down. Or before 9:00 pm at the very least. Just wanted to give folks with insomnia something to read.
So, on the Mama Knascar front, the news isn't good. Very not good. The word on the street is stage 4 lung cancer. I keep saying it over and over in my head in the hopes that some day soon I'll be able to think or utter those four words without the waterworks starting. So far, no go.
Why yes, I am planning on looking for a therapist first thing tomorrow.
In a whiplash change of topic, my uber-boring Trekking sock is coming along. I'm three repeats into the Primavera socks which I cast on Monday night. I'll try to get a picture of them if the sun ever comes up again.