I was just starting the 3mm portion of the body, too

I didn't want to iron on a weeknight and it was warm so I spent the week beginning to knit my next cardigan (a sport weight Guernsey in sage green alpaca) instead. But then the temperature dropped again and it's back below -10 and my petticoat is still half finished, so I'm wearing the tartan skirt again. I should've just made a second petticoat with another old sheet in the meantime.

The four days of Icy Times meant three days of wearing my new lace-up boots to use ice cleats, which don't fit neatly onto my snow boots. But those boots are still new, and now, after the extra walk to the health center yesterday, I have blisters on both heels. 😣

I took iron supplements for three months and my iron is still low, so now I'm on it for the foreseeable. Sigh.

Delightful turns of phrase from the retro (medieval) pen of William Morris

• At that word waxed the master wood-wrath, as was his wont if any spake of the luck of Wethermel;


• But he is over bigwordy for me,


• Now these matters, and other strayings and misdoings of the youngling, befel


• It must be told further that there was no house within ten miles either up or down the water on that side, save the little cot abovesaid nigher to the mountains, and that was four miles up-stream; it hight Burcot, and was somewhat kenspeckle.


• And one while amongst others he was missing for long, and when his grandsire sought him he found him at last half way between grass and water above the fierce swirling stream of the river; for he had clomb down the sheer rock of the bank, which all along the water is fashioned into staves, as it were organ-pipes, but here and there broken by I wot not what mighty power.

(All from The Sundering Flood)