Thursday evening things

 would have been a different post had I written it earlier in the day.

But it feels like everything's on the brink. I don't like it. There's too much chaos and summers are already hard for me - I don't deal well with heat and humidity, I'm alone WAY too much (no one is around in the morning when I come in to campus, sometimes there's someone in after 1 pm but not always). I have NO short-term achievable goals: everything is the neverending updating of class material and prepping for/reading for research (and even when I finish a project. whether it even ever sees the light of day is up to a journal editor and reviewers more than it is to me)

And I have a chigger bite right on the knob of my ankle. I've put hydrocortisone on it but it still bothers me.

And I'm worried about the world. 

And I fear I rubbed a few people the wrong way today. I do this eventually to almost everyone. 

But I have a couple photos.

These are the finished "wood pigeon" socks from the West Yorkshire Spinners self-patterning yarn. I do still have to wash them (to remove any excess dye or sizing in the yarn) but it'll also be literal months before it's cool enough out to wear wool socks again*

 

(*and yes, the panicky part of my brain - as someone who spent her tween years in the mid 1980s - is going "I hope there's a world to wear these in in a few months when it's cooler out)

I've also been working on the mitts out of the "Alive" colorway of a dk Dream in Color yarn:

 

Yes, another thing I hope the world is still here when it's autumn and time to wear these.

And yeah, I was just settling down to watch the re-run of "Ghosts" when they broke in with the breaking news. I had to get some comfort stuffies.

 Like I said, I'm alone a lot and my brain runs away with me.