Somehow I strained my left hand.  I don’t know how, but if I flex the wrist area it hurts.  I haven’t even knitted too much, so I must of slept on it wrong or did too much typing at work.  I’m not sure exactly, but it’s slowing the ever slow sock down today.

Since we saw Sophie last week, this week is my mad Max.  He was quite a little pistol when he was a yougin’.  In fact there were many a days DH and I looked at each other and went “what did we get ourselves into?”  Right about 7 though he seemed to clam down.  Even my Mother remarked how calm he was last time we went to visit.  Don’t get me wrong - he’s still a pistol when he wants to be though.