So since we've been warned not to travel, there is leftover pizza for lunch and cheery baby knitting on the needles:
|Neat and tidy -- little did you know...|
|The ends are coming for your soul!|
...but I cannot find the sandwich baggie of fiber fill to save my life. Seriously. It's not where it was last time I saw it, back in the beginning of June (effectively a hundred years ago in my stash-and-dash organizational system). Sooooo no lobster yet.