Driving done

We just arrived home. I tell you, the thought that my wheel could be waiting for me got me through the Central Valley (well, that, and the absolutely lovely blossoms and green hills all up and down the state). Alas. Still no wheel. (This just seems wrong somehow, doesn't it?)

However, Rick's socks are done and on his feet. Another pair of socks has been cast on. And I had my aunt vet the yarn that I bought to knit Icarus for her. Apparently it's more eggplant than burgundy (which is a bad thing). And so the search goes on. (But better than finding this out halfway into the shawl, no?)

We had a lovely weekend. I'll write a much longer post about it tomorrow (although, if you can believe, I took not a single picture, in spite of bringing my camera and my good intentions). We visited with Grandmom, I had a relaxing couple of hours knitting with Gwen (hi, Gwen!), and we enjoyed hanging out with Rick's aunt and uncle. So, well worth the drive. And now I'm off to be prone; after 500 miles of sitting, I'm done with verticality.