Bah. Blah. Blekh.
Dulles Airport is my gate to Purgatory. I'm sitting here... bored... this is so dull. And I'm tired. And I'm leaving DC in a little less than an hour. I am happy in DC. Dulles takes me away.
At home are my cats. I hope they're ok. And I'm quite certain that my Zen Strings order will be waiting for me when I get there. But here in DC is the Amazing E. We'll see each other in just a few weeks. September 8, to be exact. (How many days is that?) And it will be in the Dallas/Fort Worth airport on the way to Hawaii.
I always bring a lot of knitting with me on these trips, and I never do a whole lot of it.