For a day or two I had this fantasy that I could blog this summer since I would be teaching summer school and be on campus twice a week. I forgot, however, that I would be teaching for six.straight.hours.
My throat hurts, which shouldn't affect my typing, but I'm going with some sort of metaphor for a strangled voice.
sooooo . . . I just have a photo of some reproduction sock blockers I bartered a knitted sleeping cap for.
The only other news is that I may be about to pitch a fit worthy of the Ravelry Rubberneckers about how the cwneedleworkers group on yahoo has been suppressing rock solid primary source documentation if it disagrees with their preconceived notions of what was done during the Civil War . . . that is if I can be persuaded to give a flying fuck about anyone who would destroy their own credibility in such a way.
. . . but I'm practicing restraint, can't you tell?