It’s 9am, do you know where your holiday is? As I wait for my plane to board back to Toronto (with plenty of time, having arrived stupidly early), I face the cold harsh need to face reality beginning to sink in. The real world is for the birds.
I’m going to knit away on my striped Noro scarf on the trip back, plot out a few knitting projects for 2010, and ponder possible resolutions. (As it turns out, I brought exactly the right amount of knitting with me, who’d have thought?)
Thanks for the visit, New York, let’s do it again some time!