Decisions

I took all this wool all the way to London and back, started at least three different blankets and still haven't decided which pattern to make.

My date for tonight cancelled (get well soon, Nell), and Amelia is still struggling with a horrid cold so I decided we should come home early. Now we are home, Marc made us spag boll for supper, and now we are catching up on the winter Olympics. Ooh, the moguls: why would you? My knees hurt just watching.