No, this time it really is boring.
In between writing, not writing, thinking about writing, and watching for the renegade buffalo (no sign of them yet), I didn’t get much knitting done.
All in all, the usual 70 stitches are working out much better. No funky pooling, no worries about a too-loose cuff or too little yarn.
Maybe I’ll have a sock by the end of the summer? Certainly not by the end of this paper …