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The socks aren't as crooked as they look, but my feet are. On normal feet, I'm sure they'll look much less slanty.

The heels look pretty snazzy, I think. Let's not talk about how the right sock is a tad longer than the left. I think the sock receipiant might possibly have one leg about an inch longer than the other. And they won't be nearly so 1987ishy scrunched-up. That's just an artifact of my beefy calves.

If you look in the background, you'll noticed Chloe, my Basset hound, who doesn't give a flying fuck about knitting and who, at times, is openly hostile towards the hobby. She likes to sleep in my knitting spot and often gets removed when I want to knit.

Today, the weather was delightful, so I pitched the dogs outside. It's much more relaxing to knit without the hateful glare of a hound or two. I had to pick up Clara Jane in the afternoon, so I spent my morning commencing work on sock #2, the Jaywalker. Would you like to see my sick-day, kidless knitting set-up in lieu of real content?

Give me a break. I was too sick to attend the usual Tuesday night knitting frenzy I usually attend. I'm a lonely knitter this week and I'm going to demand a bit of your attention.

This fulfills one of the goals I was supposed to complete during Clara Jane's absence; I was going to take photos of the house to send to my real estate agent. And while these photos showcase our original hardwood floors and the glorious amount of natural light in our living room, something tells me that the focus on my virus-crawling tootsies won't help me sell my house.