So today sweetie will be going off for a long distance sailing race (well only 60 miles or so, but still longer than anything she has done before in race mode) and I will be staying home nursing a sore jaw back from a root canal. We were chuckling about it, how the traditional roles had been reversed; how modern and progressive of us. I suppose I should make her sailing socks or something warm to wear on the rail but then she is a MUCH better knitter than I. So today a brave Boyf watches impassively as his sweetie goes off to do battle on the high seas of Long Island Sound, knitting the only thing to sooth his worried mind; a true panacea for all that ails, well that and hot tea.
Have a great weekend y’all
Knitting (and dry!) in the Bronx