I have to admit, I’ve been a bad, negligent sister. My baby brother turned 23 this past Friday, and I didn’t so much as send him an email, much less give him a call or send him a birthday card. I’m a bad, bad sister. So, my apologies, CJ, and happy belated birthday. Come visit me, and we’ll get trashed over a bottle of whiskey and laugh at memories of Storybook Gardens and other such nonsense.

In other news, my cast comes off tomorrow, and not a minute too soon. I can’t wait to be free of the dang thing. It wicks away all moisture from my skin, and the fingers on my right hand are cracked and peeling. No amount of moisturizer seems to help. And while my arm seems to have healed quite nicely over the last few weeks, the cast itself still keeps me from doing things easily, such as knitting, writing, and even typing. I cannot wait for the bloody thing to be taken off.

In the meantime, since I’m forbidden from working for insurance purposes, and I’m not supposed to drive, I’ve been holed up in the apartment with little but the internet and books to keep me occupied. Upon mom’s suggestions, I started listening to the Outlander series by Diana Gabaldon, which I had read a while back, but not yet listened to the audiobook version. The books themselves are long (most near 1000 pages, and there are six in the series so far), and I figured the unabridged audiobooks ought to keep busy while I was stuck at home with nothing to do. I’ve just begun the fifth book, and I’m currently on disc 5. Disc 5 of 47. That’s 56 hours of audiobook. Now, granted, this particular book in the series (The Fiery Cross) is my least favorite of them, as it’s slow and drags a lot. Nearly six hours in, and we’ve covered less than ONE DAY in the story so far. Still, the reading itself by Davina Porter is entertaining to listen to, and as it’s cost me nothing to borrow it from the library, and I had nothing to do anyway, it’s fine enough for me. Better than watching court TV and Oprah, I suppose.

I had a fun email on Ravelry this afternoon, from a friend who moved away a few years back. She’s apparently taken up knitting and tracked me down to wave hello. So, here’s my hello back to Ms. Katie!

As a random note of the day, the “t” key on my keyboard sticks and I frequently fail to hit it at just the right angle or with just enough strength to make it register. The result is that my words frequently lack Ts (whether they’re supposed to or not) or that I am forced to backspace on just about every other word to correct it. It’s really quite aggravating, and I’ve contemplated at times removing the letter “t” from my typed vernacular altogether. For your sakes, though, I have diligently refrained from doing so. You’re welcome.

Here’s hoping that next time I post, I can shower you with pictures of all the pretty things I’ve knitted, spun, and dyed, because surely you’re growing weary of my endless inane ramblings on. I promise to be more focused next time.

Til then, tata.