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At work—for conference calls where I have to pay attention and can’t actually work through them, yet don’t have anything to contribute—I have a bit of knitting I started, a scarf, and have been futzing around with a pattern. It’s in Baby Ull on #3 Am (3.00 mm) Swallow straights, so it’s in a fairly small gauge, but it’s just knits and purls, so I wouldn’t call it particularly difficult to knit. What’s been difficult was working my pattern out in my head. I tried working it out on paper, but my notebook isn’t big enough, so I turned to MS Excel, which can provide a decent grid.
Is a 102 row repeat excessive?
Four or five of them should yield a nice scarf.
I’ve put the pattern chart in a PDF here. I tried a table in HTML, but it wouldn’t print.

Once again, I spent a beautiful Saturday afternoon glued to my computer, but not to glued to my Mac, but to the soul-sucking monster at work. Why do I spend the weekend at work? Because other people procrastinate as much as I do and I put off nagging them much too late.
Around 4 o’clock—there’s not a soul around and hasn’t been all afternoon—very faintly I hear something on the PA system. A small bit later, I hear, very faintly, the fire alarm. Hëll, I had half a dozen spreadsheets in edit mode.
I called Security—after saving everything—and she said it was a drill. Two minutes later, they did it all over again. Still very faintly. I hope it’s louder when it’s real.