OK. The world’s gone mad.
Even more than ususal.
It’s Thursday and I’ve just received an avalanche of email – most of it from Friday through the weekend. What gives with AWOL email? No explanation from my ISP, of course. No Clue. From their lovely desk in New Delhi, they could offer no insight other than to tell me what the weather was when I mentioned it was “…overcast in Chicago, how about you?” The answer: “…it’s dark – can’t tell.”
Someone a couple of doors down is outside in their yard with their chain saw, busting a move. It is 7:30 am as I write this. Not user friendly to rip it up. Generally, people don’t SOUNDup until around 9 – I believe that’s usually the case when there are not milkcows to attend.
Possibly, my nerves are more finely tuned than usual, too. Yesterday, while out driving in heavy traffic on the job, siren sound in the distance made me snap to the curb just as my truck came scarcely noseTOnose with a fleeing man behind the wheel of an old blue Chevy. It was going at least 70mph down the centerline of 71st St near Damen. Our eyes locked for a microsecond; his hands were seesaw-ing his steering wheel like a Cartoon Captain in a Gothic Gale. All I could do was hard exhale that deep held breath in my lungs as I watched two CPD cars fly-by in close pursuit.
I was a piece of pineapple suspended in lime jello, shaking.
[Turn the damn saw off.]
Ah, pass me my
meds new sock. That’s better…
- Lorna’s Laces Shepard Sock (stashed yarn)
color 92: River
- pattern HERE
- Sock Bug’s River Rapids Socks
shown in #92 River