A new kind of crime

I think there has been a socknapping at my house!

My feet were cold last night so I went to bed wearing wool socks.  Sometime during the night, my feet likely overheated, but only one must have been unbearably hot.  I awakened this morning with one sock on and one sock off and I cannot for the life of me find the sock that was removed.  Where could it be?  The sock had to have help getting off my foot!  It's not on the floor, in the dirty laundry pile or under the covers.  It's gone.  If I weren't a rational woman, I'd consider the sock just walked off on its own or was taken.  While this particular sock isn't a precious hand knit one, it is a nice superwool sock; warm, washable and purple.  One of my favorites.  I won't be able to rest until it's reunited with its mate and back doing its job of keeping my feet warm.

Speaking of socks, Sara, who is becoming quite an accomplished knitter, is helping me knit a Christmas stocking for a certain little someone who doesn't have one yet.  It's her first Christmas, so it has to be special.  The cuff is trimmed in a bulky Mountain Colors boucle yarn in the Crazy Woman colorway. Having just cast on a couple of days ago, it's going fairly quickly for us and as I knit around and around and around, I find myself thankful it's designed to be a singleton.  I won't have to knit a pair for the project to be complete.  Second Sock Syndrome is a real disease around my house.  

This is my first weekend off in a month and I have a plan to chill the hell out.  For the last 4 weekends, I've set my alarm for 4:30 AM so I could be at work and raring to go by 6.  Today there was no alarm, well, except for Leo when he heard Isaac barking around 8 this morning, and I got close to an extra 4 hours of precious sleep!  I'm planning on a relatively lazy day where I will run the vacuum,  watch some schmaltzy romantic holiday movies, knit and look for a purple sock.