1. First, thanks to everyone for the good wishes (and for not pointing out that pouring boiling water on my foot might be just a tad on the klutzy side). I have stocked up on 2nd Skin burn pads and ouchless paper tape, and am now cultivating patience as I wait for the damn blisters to heal.
2. Meanwhile, I finally faced the fact that my Noro Kureyon gloves are on the verge of giving up the ghost. Granted, I've used them most days this winter, but the fact that I knit them at too loose a gauge, and that Kureyon isn't the hardest-wearing wool in existence, have combined to create some rather large thin patches in inconvenient places such as the fingers and thumbs.
3. So, caving to the inevitable, I cast on yesterday for a pair of gloves that I hope will be both warmer and more durable. I'm doubling up a strand of mohair with a strand of some random merino/cashmere (!) that I dug out of the stash. Couldn't tell you their names, but the combination is pretty stellar.
3a. The pattern is my own, mainly because I can never find patterns in the gauge I want; suffice to say, it's not particularly fancy. It involves two by two ribbing at the cuff, a rather nice outlined thumb gusset, and then it's plain sailing until the fingers.
3b. I just went to take a progress shot, but got a snide reminder from my camera that the battery needs recharging. (This may or may not be related to the fact that I left it turned on yesterday. Even so, I don't need a lecture from my camera on the subject of my own irresponsibility.)
4. Spent most of last night listening to the last 50 or so chapters of the final Harry Potter book (does that woman get paid by the word, or what?), as read by Stephen Fry. Frankly, I would listen to that man read the Ottawa phone book, so was perfectly willing to listen to his rendition of the somewhat over-wrought adventures of HP while knitting the aforementioned gloves. I confess to indulging in some fairly cynical backtalk at times, which earned me reproving frowns and shushes from the HP fans in our household.
5. Hmm. That's about it, really. I was sure there was more, but now that I'm here, my mind has gone blank. Well, I'll try to make it up to you tomorrow. And who knows? Maybe I'll have a functioning, non-lecturing camera by then. Toodles, all.