It is very cold this morning and clear in the way it can only be when the air is so frigid. When I got up 2 hours ago, it was just barely 2F, but the sun in mid-February brings warmth so already it is up to 12F and heading to 35. Hardly balmy but quite tolerable. The cold at sunrise means wisps of arctic sea smoke, one of my favorite things in winter.
With the drama of completing the first half of Arabian Nights done now comes the hard time, kind of like second sock syndrome. Because it is back to one to knit it all over agin, this time without the spur of the excitement of seeing what comes next. I cast on for it last night, after again stringing the gazillion beads for the fringe. The spur for the wrk now is that I would love to wear it when I do my Medea seminar next month. Think I'll make it?