Pirate-Husband and the road had a bit of an altercation Sunday night. He is (mostly) fine. At least one broken rib and possibly two more; we’ll know for sure tomorrow, after the radiologist comes to look at the x-rays. I’m not sure what the damage is to the motorcycle.
So today has been another knitting day. The Trekking Ribbed Sock is now 3.5″ long in the leg. I knit in the waiting room of the urgent care center, I knit while I waited for the doctor to come look at Pirate-Husband, I knit while he was x-rayed, I knit while I waited for his prescription to be filled. The doctor thought the sock was the coolest thing ever. “I knit,” she said, “but I never thought of doing socks. I’m pretty much a scarf knitter.” I told her that if she could knit a scarf, she could knit a sock. While we were waiting for the x-ray tech, Pirate-Husband said that now that I’m so quick at simple sock-knitting, maybe he would possibly potentially like a pair of socks of his own, if I were so inclined. I’m so relieved that he’s not more seriously injured, I’m actually considering it.