Last Thursday I couldn’t bring myself to do a single thing that I didn’t have to do. Poor Spurg came home to a house where the bare minimum had been done and was given instructions to pick up some take out. I was so ready for him to give me “that look” when I confessed that I just couldn’t bring myself to do anything but lounge around and knit since I had the whole afternoon to myself. I went on to tell him that originally I had every intention of getting down and dirty with some of the things that needed to be done around here, but when I found myself alone in a quiet, peaceful house, all I could do was relax and enjoy myself. He gave me the biggest ear to ear grin and said “I hear that! Don’t worry about it, you deserved it!”

Nick came home from school on Thursday. Apparently there was a small incident at P.E. playing soccer. I was completely ready to deal with it when he asked me if I had gotten the email from his teacher. However, he was concerned with an email that wasn’t sent, the one about him not feeling well. He had complained of his throat hurting, was sent to the nurse, no fever, looked fine, sent back to class. I even checked him when he came home. No swollen glands, no fever, good color. I began to wonder silently if he was trying to get out of college day the following day, but I didn’t say a word to him about it and just let him know that I would keep an eye on him.

Just about every night, Nick plays video games with Spurg, but Thursday night, Nick didn’t feel like it. Nick actually wanted to go to bed early. As I tucked him in, I realized that he felt hot and the thermometer confirmed a 100.2 temperature. Okay, so he wasn’t trying to get out of school the next day! By Friday he was pretty miserable. Fever, chills, headache and more. It’s official, the flu is here. No fun for us since this is the third virus/cold to hit our house since Autumn. Hopefully it will end with Nick!

The weekend was pretty relaxed for all of us. Nick slept most of the time, occasionally calling for me when he needed something. As for me, I spent some time knitting. Now this was necessary as I am sure that some of you may have begun to believe that all my yarn and needles may have made off to another household that might appreciate them more. Not so! I have been trying to squeeze it in when I can, although there hasn’t been enough time to devote to it if you ask me.

Months ago, I began the Conwy sock from Nancy Bush’s Knitting on the Road. At first I began by following the pattern exactly as written and when I went to try on the sock in progress, I couldn’t get it up over my heel. I ended up frogging a couple of times as I tried different needle sizes and eventually decided just to skip the whole leg shaping process. I worked my heel flap a little longer than the instructions (2.5 inches as I like it this way), turned the heel, worked the gusset and tried that baby on. Perfect!

On to working the foot. I did discontinue the Twining rib pattern .5 inches before I began the toe shaping and worked a basic and different from the pattern toe, as I prefer it. (Or maybe I am really just a creature of habit and didn’t feel like fiddling with a different toe shaping than I am used to…)

Conwy sock in Lorna’s Laces Tuscany

One down and the other in progress! I did use most of the first skein for the finished sock, however, there was enough left over to do a little something like this….

A Keychain Sock Blocker Sock!

I used a size 1 needle for this as on the size 0 it was far too small and frustrating. I’m not completely happy with the gusset, but live and learn! I may just have to go back to the size 0 needles and cast on a couple of more stitches than the pattern calls for to get a nice, tight and hole-less gusset. Spurg thinks that this is the cutest sock that he has ever seen. (The man has a thing for miniatures, go figure.)