It’s funny how a Mate–any Mate–isn’t missed so much in the big things–the grand dramatic gesture of bringing me yarn, for example, although that was much appreciated!–but in the little things.
Touching hands as you pass through the house. Someone to watch television with. A hug in the kitchen?
I missed my Mate. It’s taken me a day to assimilate to having him back again. *happy sigh* He’s home.
In other news– ZoomBoy was reviewed by an instagram influencer at his school, as @the_eternal_box. The interview should show up Tuesday, and, bless him, they asked him to wear his sweater and his scarf AND his tophat, AND his Infinity Mitten.
Also, Steve seems to have claimed my yarn as her own. I, uh, think we shall have to discuss this. I mean, she couldn’t possibly be that harsh a negotiator, you think?
And I am working on a plain DK weight sock. Which would probably be boring me shitless, if the color wasn’t so damned purty.