I've been trying to squeeze another year out of my Mac but it is running like something the Professor rigged up with Gilligan to pedal as power. Point is- since my declaration to blog more my son has hogged the computer each night for college admission stuff (that's all good) and then I've been trying to migrate files from one hard drive to another so I can clear the photos from my phone and get an upgrade. I love it when my computer tells me the estimated transfer time is "about a day." Cute. And then it still doesn't work. I'm mentally shaking a fist at Apple.
So here I am typing very gently, and very slowly, so as not to overwhelm my computer and cause the little pinwheel to run for eternity, which is the technological equivalent of rocking back and forth in fetal position.
My husband and I did head to Galveston to "get away" for a day, if driving 4 hours and waiting in a ridiculously long ferry line feels like a getaway to you. I knit and he drives, so yeah, it's a getaway for me. We ate lots of good food then walked along the beach, then he fell asleep for an hour or so while I took pictures of his open mouth as part of the Galveston skyline and knitted some more. I don't think he felt better rested, but I'm sure it was nice just to get outdoors because he has been working a lot. I think I actually see progress on this sweater now. This is progress despite having my project notes partially consumed by one, or both, of my dogs while I was not around. Thankfully they left the very most important scrap of the page for me to remember where I was in my increases.
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