Crap. I’m up into the heel flap on the sock for Rudder and just realized the foot is too short for him. On the plus side, it looks good; the changes I made to the Diamond Waffle heel to account for my heavier weight yarn are working out OK. I guess the ting to do is to rip back to before the gusset and make the foot .5-1″ longer. I think I’ll add another couple of stitches in the gusset, as well, for more ankle room.
We have cleaning people. However, they’re just two women, not a bonded service or anything, so we figured the first few times it would be best to have them work while we’re here. (Our realtor/apartment management person recommended them so it would probably be safe to give them a key.) Unfortunately, you will deduce, the logical outcome of that is us being here while they clean, so I have a bad case of gender-role guilt going on. On the one hand, we’re providing employment, and at (what I think is) a quite good hourly rate for here. On the other, here I am sitting on my ass knitting and websurfing while two other women clean my house. Sigh. It doesn’t bother me when they clean while I’m working, but I do keep wondering how much free time they get, to do whatever hobbies they have. And there’s no doubt they do it better or at least more efficiently than I would. (To be fair, I think it bothers Rudder a bit too.)
I also ought to be erging now, but am having trouble convincing my body to get its coughing self onto the rowing machine.