As the knitting grows

The blankie is coming along. Block seven was picked up along the spines of blocks five and six last night and it's growing ever so slowly up there at the top which is technically the left side of the blanket. After this, there will be three rather large blocks to go, two of which require sharpening my intarsia skills and then I'll be looking for a border. This has truly been a joy to knit, but honestly, I shouldn't be talking as though it's finished. Surely that's a curse.

There appears to be a class going on at my neighbor's house. Mom flies in and out, but instead of coming back with food, it seems she showing her wee ones how to do something: fly. She flies into the nest, the four babes stand at attention and then she twitters something and leaves. When they spy me looking at them, they all crouch down and act as if I can't see them if they make themselves tiny and still. It won't be long until they leave their nest. I wish I could have snapped a photo of the eggs before they hatched. Sapphireblue got the perfect picture. Now tell me, is that not the most gorgeous shade of robin's egg blue? She must have color correction for her photos.

Enough lollygagging around. I have to shower and get ready for another day in the trenches. My driver is picking me up in an hour for what is shaping up to be such a wonderful Monday.

Not.

Fifteen more days...fifteen more days.