Yet another UfO lies waiting in my backpack, calling to me with snuggly voices of cashmere and silk. I'm attempting a knitted wrap, the pattern found on Knitty.com. It is called Muir and, besides being something I cannot knit whilst letting my mind wander, it is particularly pretty. And soft. And snuggly.

I imagine it would be difficult to file, polish and solder on an express bus to the city, I felt that knitting would be my the 'on the bus' project. Admittedly I feel I've spent 1/4 of my time working out where droped a YO stitch..... *sigh*

In other news, I've ordered three books from Amazon.com (after exhausting all my usual book suspects in Australia), which I justified as being cheaper than doing a community college course this term. Which they are. And they will provide valuable, long lasting resources for years to come. But it wasn't till I thought of the justification that I felt comfortable with clicking on the 'Confirm Purchase' button.

Funny how that works. The fear of buyer's regret is paralysing when you think you *should* get something, but you're not sure if you can.

Ants in your pants?

As I sat on the couch to put on my shoes, I felt something akin to a small sharp pain on the back of my lower leg.

I reached up the leg of my pants to brush off what I assumed would be a bit of grit or piece of tree that had come in with the washing and gotten attached to my pants.

Instead I found myself gripping something small, black and moving. I flung it away as my first thought was "SPIDER". I then realised that that was pretty dumb, because if a spider bit me, I'd need to know what kind of spider it was.

After hunting the floor (with one hand clutching the bite area - it was starting to hurt) I found a mid-sized, dazed black-coloured ant

So yes, in fact I did have an ant in my pants this morning.