Time Warp Fiber

Because I have no photos to share with you just yet. My Wake Forest-issued thinkpad, sensing its distance from its place of birth, promptly gave me the technological equivalent of the finger. About an hour after my last post, to be precise. So, I'm using Butthead's (you know it must be love) and he has promised to negotiate with the thinkpad on my behalf. (oddly, he seemed to think my threats of flushing and dishwasher would be ineffective. ) This means, sadly, that there are no photos. So, let's pretend you're reading a book, and that I have authorial skills, while we're at it. Try to picture downtown San Jose, electric train and bike lanes join forces to make new and exciting traffic patterns. People actually walk places. There are lots of places to walk to. Literal dozens of restaurants, bars, shops, parks. And all smoke-free, in case you didn't know. I couldn't express to the state of California how much I appreciate that little gift, particularly after my extended time in Winston-Salem. Butthead and I have signed a lease and are beginning to move into our new place, in a brand new building downtown. We have top-of-the-line appliances, an extra bed/bath, and excellent security. Sadly, what we do not have yet is our earthly possessions. Apparently, there is an event this sunday involving obscene amounts of money and comparable amounts of repressed homoeroticism that constitutes some sort of national holiday. Our moving company was unable to locate a driver willing to travel during said event. Blar. I was unaware of our transition to an official state religion of pigskin, much to my dismay. Anyway, it's difficult to be properly grouchy around here. I promise that I have indeed been knitting. I have several finished (single) socks to show you, and a sweater that only lacks sleeves. Also, I have begun my job hunt anew on the left coast, so if you have any leads do let me know.