Yeah. So. I didn't really mean to just drop you all like that. I had a small work-related crisis that sort of took my attention away for a little while there. Not to get into too many details, I decided to open a new area of practice, and while I thought I was mostly ready to go, my advertising came out before I was quite set up and...dude. Who'd have thought there were so many people who so desperately needed that particular service right this minute?
And there were a few little details I had sort of overlooked, like it helps to actually be licensed in the court where you intend to practice, and--oh, yes--you need to be certified to use that court's electronic filing system (which requires approximately one billion hours of mind-numbing online training--and didn't you know you needed to arrange to take in-person training as well?). Oh, and there is a whole set of new laws that apply to that field, including at least a thousand new regulations relating to client communications and disclosures and if you fail to comply with any one of them in the first three and a half seconds of conversation with a new client, you will go directly to jail, do not pass go, do not collect $200.
So I've been a little...distracted.
This is the sum total of my knitting for the past week:
That's about six inches of sleeve--the first sleeve--for the Gathered Pullover. It's a tube. A white tube. A plain, stockinette, white tube.
If anyone is still reading, please allow me to distract you with this.
This is a much better, nipple-free picture of mom and baby (who is now four weeks old). Any of you who have had kids will not hold that look of utter exhaustion against the mom, and will accept that she is really much, much prettier than this picture would indicate.
And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to curl up in a corner and suck my thumb for a little while.