So, last night I messed up garter stitch.  To set the scene:
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Pretty inspiring, right?  It was dark, I was tired, Alice was not holding up her end of the bargain (just her end, um middle, of the couch) and before I knew it, I’d strayed from the pattern in a minor, but highly annoying fashion.  In fact, I’m not even sure I did stray … just that somewhere along the line I’d done something and now it didn’t match.  Either make the same mistake, or fix the new one, I guess.  Anyway, tinking back fuzzy, loosely-plied handspun singles is even worse than tinking lace.  But I will perservere.

That’s about it.  I am very much looking forward to the weekend.