Big sigh. We've been having recurrent frequent issues with both the cable service and internet service, for ...well, I guess it's actually been over a month. The tech guy came out again yesterday morning, rearranged connections & oh hey -- found a cable incorrectly hooked up by the last tech guy that was here (on the 20th! we like to keep them busy...). So we are functional again. I hope this lasts more than a few days. Yesterday afternoon I finally got to see the Battle of the Bastards on GOT. Hopefully, we'll be able to watch the finale tonight. Oh, that is soul-crushing! It's such a long wait to see more of this series! Or even to read the rest of the story; George Martin needs to have his arse glued to the seat in front of his computer. I'm sure he can afford to hire someone to attend to his food & drink while he's BUSY. Quit goofin' off, George!
Knitting news: I think I did some actual sleep-knitting on the Camping Half Circle shawl. I was going over the last row 'coz I thought I'd missed a yarn-over (yep, I did), but then I found a dropped stitch about three rows down, and then I found four more dropped stitches further along that row. So, I frogged back to the row before the doubling increase, and I'm on track again. Lesson learned: when I start yawning over the knitting, it's time to put it down! This morning I've been cruising Ravelry for some simple fingerless mitts. One of the imagers at Box O'Docs has offered me some purple iris bulbs, and I'd like to make her some mitts in return. It's pretty darn cold in Imaging, everyone working there stays wrapped up in blankies or ponchos, but none seem to have mitts. I just happen to have some brilliant teal Caron Simply Soft, 2 skeins bought on an impulse, which could become several pairs of fingerless mitts, in several different patterns. Team Imaging, FTW!
Disco went to another job fair during the week, and seems cautiously hopeful of becoming employed. She's got to get work, because she ran up a big bill at the dentist's office. Her pay from working at Amazon is about gone. Welcome to adulthood, Disco.