School. I need to write a paper for next week that I have Absolutely No Idea what to write about. I don’t know how to write about literature, I’m discovering. I just don’t think about the things I’m reading in the right way for this. It’s very strange, finding this out.

The ankle that I sprained 1.5 months ago is steadily getting better. I need to get back into the habit of playing pickup ultimate a few days a week - I haven’t been playing this fall and it makes me sad.

I’ve been knitting. Finished those socks for Dan (finally). Actually, I ended up making three socks of that yarn, because by the time I finished the second I had no idea where the first was. Dug through all the likely hiding places in the apartment, but no luck. It still hasn’t turned up. I know I made it, though. Honest. And since I finished those, I’ve been working on a pair of Pomatomus socks for me, in gorgeous pinky-purple yarn from Fearless Fibers, on Etsy (and if you have not yet discovered the power of Etsy to consume an hour or more of browsing time, then go be initiated).

And, I’m stage managing and doing lights for a show called Best Enemies, which is up right now at the Players Ring in Portsmouth, and that will run through two more weekends. Come see us!