I wasn't feeling this tank top:
Basel on the Rhine) but not for a while.
Yesterday I was thinking "don't I have some dropped stitch scarf somewhere that I'm working on?" and yes, yes I do and did a bit more knitting on it.
Study Hall. I have the yarn, so I'm good to go!
I finished reading a book called "The Other Mother" by Carol Goodman. She's a good writer, and I've read several other books by her ("The Lake of Dead Languages") and she tends to write about women who end up, for whatever reason, living in a sinister place--but is the sinisterness real or in their minds? This book takes the cake for having not one, not two, but three unreliable narrators.
I started a book called "The Wednesday Sisters" and I think I read it before (it came out in 2008) but I can't tell.
Tonight we're going to the Oregon Bach Festival's all-Mozart program. I know, it is nutty.
We have become sort of addicted to "Midsomer Murders". Have you ever seen it?