In a perfect world, I would not have come down with an annoying head cold just before the weekend.
In a perfect world, said weekend would not have been entirely eaten by a work project (with a short break Sunday for visiting with family).
In a perfect world, I wouldn't have gotten two inches into the second Red Earl sock and discovered that (unlike the first sock) my left hand twists did not twist left, but instead were copycatting the right hand twists, which were pointed in the right direction. I hate it when that happens. (I fixed it. I have this unreasonable idea that the second sock should match the first one. Weird, I know.)
Despite the manifest imperfection of the universe, there was some progress made:
You'll note that I haven't bound off the first sock. That's so if (when) I run out of yarn, I can just pick up the tail end, knit (pulling yarn from the first sock) until they're both the same length. If that happens, I'll have to reknit a bit of ribbing, but it's a small price to pay for the satisfaction of using *all* the yarn.
And in other positive things, I was comforted in my affliction (this is the lapside view):
There was also a great deal of Mexican food (purely therapeutic, I assure you). And tomorrow the weather is expected to be crappy, with a side order of extra crappy. So I'm thinking that either a) it won't be that bad, and my plans to go to karate practice will be executed on schedule or b) it will be a good evening to blow off karate and spend knitting, reading and sewing drape.
In the absence of perfection, I'm trying to cultivate a glass-half-full attitude.