I’ve been such a fickle beast lately. Rogue, Thumper’s Romper, the Dale Sea Lion baby sweater…they aren’t holding my attention. Instead I’ve been flitting from small project to small project: Two socks on two circs in Lorna’s Baltic Sea for …

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Overheard on the way home this evening, 6th Ave and 54th: “If he keeps up this pace, he’ll be comma toast by tomorrow.” Sounds kinda tasty, actually. Comma toast. A healthy part of your grammatically correct breakfast.