guinea pigs and knitting

It's been a really nice day--humid, but overcast, with temps in the high 70s. I meant to get the Ts out and to run a bunch of errands, but I've spent most of the day lying on my back because my stomach feels like I've got a pair of guinea pigs fighting in it. No, erm, undesireable consequences (yet), but I sure haven't felt like doing anything.

So I found something to read, and not feeling like going the entire 15 steps it would take me to go into the study to find something, I looked at the shelves in this room where I keep my knitting books and magazines, and found No Idle Hands: The Social History of American Knitting (Anne Macdonald, Ballantine, 1988). I remember now why I only read it once: the writer has this really annoying, condescending, oh-isn't-that-so-cute-and-amusing-of-those-poor-old-fashioned-darlings tone. It's suprising since the author has a degree in history and did a lot of research and, pre-internet, used a newspaper column on knitting, "Pat's Pointers," to do some surveys and says in her introduction that she's a knitter herself.

Well, I've got a cat to go take care of. Since it's cool and overcast, I think I'll take the Ts; they haven't had a ride in a while.