I’m in an uncharacteristically good mood today — I must have gotten enough sleep over the weekend or something. We mostly watched Monty Python DVDs (and the enormously disappointing Gilliam film Jabberwocky) and relaxed. Still had furnace problems, though the repairdude said that it should be replaced this week. Hope D. doesn’t have to endure too much clanging while they rip out the old and install the new.

I did a little work on the Skull Hat of Doom yesterday evening, but got tired and tense pretty quickly. Note to self: intarsia is a bad, bad idea, especially in the round when I’m supposed to be decreasing. Especially when I’ve never practiced it before and have barely even skimmed the intarsia sections of the three knitting books I rely on. All those dangly twisting strands tangling up on the wrong side of the work; all that microscopic scrutiny of and adherence to a graph-paper pattern (the same pattern that now appears to be, ehrm, lost — probably in last weekend’s flurry of “let’s clean up the living and dining rooms so that the furnace repair guy doesn’t think I’m a bad housekeeper!” mania); all that crushing disappointment when, once it’s taken knitted form, the cool skull graphic I sketched looks more like a lopsided Space Invaders alien, ca. 1980; all those sickening feelings that the hat will be most appropriately sized for a macrolocephalic Andre the Giant rather than my sweetie with the normally sized pate. D. very sweetly (and optimistically) asked if I could felt the thing once I’ve finished knitting it. It may be this poor accessory’s only hope.