I do so love Amazon Prime–for one annual fee, I get free, 2-day shipping on anything they ship. I love that. Because, in this case, I ordered these books on Sunday night and they arrived today.

I bought them because they have prospects for that oh-so-well-named Sublime yarn I bought on Saturday. The "No Sheep for You" primarily Morrigan and the Cables-and-Os cardigan.

And then there’s that cover sweater on Couture Knits, which is just lovely.

But still . . . I don’t know . . . they’re promising, but I don’t know for sure that they’re what I want for that yarn. I can’t define exactly what I AM looking for, which of course makes it difficult to find. I’m hoping that I’ll know it when I see it. Or that the vision will crystalize in the back of my brain somewhere so that I can design it myself . . . whatever it is.

Speaking of beautiful knitting–have you seen these lace designs at Knitting Delight?

I’ve been busily spinning away at this month’s offering from the Spunky Eclectic club. Four ounces of Shetland, and I’ve got to tell you, it pretty much spins itself. So lovely. I’ve got the first half of it almost done–in fact, I should have it done tonight, just as soon as I get this entry posted. This is my first time spinning Shetland, so I don’t know for sure if this is a normal experience, but I can definitely vouch for the fact that this roving is delish.

What else? Well, I took Chappy to the vet today for a combo-visit of his annual check-up and an examination of his ongoing skin issues. The vet is thinking that it might be seborrhea, instead of a staph infection. His skin usually has at least one pustule somewhere, but it’s flared up recently. Of course, I’m the only one in the family who ever actually notices this (grin). Chappy’s getting to the point where, every time I start running my fingers methodically through his fur, he runs away.

It reminds me of our old dachshund, Jilly. She had ongoing periodontal problems, and my Mom would sniff at her breath, checking for problems, but Jilly caught on pretty quickly that breath-sniffing led to trips to the vet, so before long, whenever Mom would sniff, Jilly would turn her head away and leave. This is kind of where Chappy and I are getting to–normal petting and back-scratches are welcome, but the careful, running-through of fingers? Not so much.

Anyway, we were sent home from the vet with a new, medicated shampoo to try. He’s not crazy about the "two baths a week for at least three weeks" prescription, but since he usually gets ONE bath a week (which really does seem to help with his skin issues), this isn’t THAT much worse. And, so, yes, we came home and he got a bath.

He’s starting to dislike the bathroom now, too….

Here’s an interesting test I found over at Lu’s–what’s your "real" age? My calendar age is 40, but according to this, my "real" age is 26.4, with a life expectancy of 88.6. I can live with that. (ha ha) Interestingly, my father, who is 30 years older than I am, charted in at 56.4 . . . still exactly 30 years older. What are the odds of that?

Oh, and I’ll tell you now that I’m not sure I’ll get a post written tomorrow–we have a wake to go to tomorrow night. A co-worker’s mother passed on after a long illness, and since I’ve known her for 26 years, well . . . I have to go. But that also means that I won’t be getting home until late-ish . . . the wake is in Ridgewood, so, about 40 minutes’ drive without traffic . . . and I wouldn’t want you to worry if I don’t find the time to post. If I’m lucky, I’ll get one written after work before we leave and all of this will have been completely unnecessary information, but I like to plan ahead, you know!

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