Killing time with yarn.

I spent all day Thursday and part of Friday at KU Med Center, where Wichita had early-morning surgery. It was a procedure to correct a long-ago back injury, and everything went absolutely perfectly. He wowed the physical and occupational therapists with his mad stair-climbing skillz and ability to dress himself, so he was discharged less than 36 hr after surgery.

He's currently home and resting, and I distracted myself during and after the surgery with the second of the mystery socks. Only one woman in the waiting room asked what I was knitting. It wasn't much more than a toe at the time, so I can't really blame her. It still isn't much more than a toe.



I may have calmed my frazzled nerves on Thursday afternoon with a stop at The Studio, since it's right down the street from the hospital and all, and picked up some cotton yarn for a wee bucket hat for my soon-to-be niece. I chose white, because I figured that would go with the most little outfits, but as I was casting on, it occurred to me that I was knitting a baby gift out of white cotton — clearly my brain was addled from the stress of having Wichita under general anesthesia with his spinal canal open. I'll post a picture once it's more than a strip of white knitting with a picot hem.