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I’ve said it before, but it there anything grosser than raw chicken? Within, of course, the rather limited range of foods I eat.

The rubber gloves help. Without them I’d be cleaning up puke now.

The dishwasher is now on the two-hour-long sanitizing cycle. I’d get in if I could.

Dinner, btw, is skinless, boneless chicken breasts breaded with reduced-fat sour cream and a mixture of breadcrumbs, walnuts, parmigiano reggiano, sage, (a dash) nutmeg, salt and pepper, all whacked together in the food processor. And a salad. It will be good.

If I didn’t dislike vegetables so much, I’d be a vegetarian.

And there’s a giant pot of tomato sauce on the stove as well.

This is F&F temporarily off the needle.

I frogged back three rounds, put it back on a #1 Am circ, then discovered that frogging four—as I originally suspected—would actually have been correct; and tinked back an entire round onto the #5 Am circ. I am now almost back where I was before I frogged.

Somehow I expected it to be bigger off the needle.

This is my third piece of lace currently on the needles, a scarf made in Wool in the Woods Cameo (rayon) using the Grapevine Pattern from Barbara Walker’s First Treasury of Knitting Patterns. The color is Rosebud. The coral pink looked for a while like it would create a diagonal stripe up the scarf, but it stalled. I’ve knit a bit more since that shot and the pink may finally be moving off the center, again to the right.

Rain all day, ranging from a few sprinkles to a downpour.