Is it possible that I've let the whole summer slip by with nary a vacation or finished object to show for it?
That the bulk of our days was cool or rainy?
That I let work duties with late nights and weekend projects overrule seeing friends?
That my neighbors and I did not have that block party we talked about?
So what do I have to show for these last 60 days?
A near-completed Shipwreck Shawl, whose finish was waylaid by this Radiating Star Blanket for my brother (still unfinished, but lookin sweet), Photos from forays to the local cemetery: A couple of kittens, still being raised. And chow-fests at the Ball Fields:
Doesn't suck, all in all.