The geese are flying south in huge flocks and the weather has cooled off significantly, so fall is definitely here. Unfortunately, most of the leaves on the ground at the moment are due to the storms last week/early this week and not due to the change in seasons. We are a bit soggy but otherwise unharmed here, since Joaquin thankfully turned east and avoided us.
Old Town is still as huge and unfinished as ever. Hubby and I are going out of town this weekend, which will give me a couple hours of knitting time in the car. However, since this is supposed to be a romantic weekend away before he leaves the country for several weeks, car knitting will probably be balanced by almost no knitting the rest of the weekend.
There’s really only several (hundred?) miles of mindless stockinette left at this point, so maybe I’ll plan a Netflix marathon or two and knock it out while the dude’s in Spain. My Netflix queue is rather lacking in marathon fodder though. Any suggestions? I love horror, both the scary kind and the incredibly cheesy B-movie kind (I’m looking at you, Syfy Originals!), and travel/culture and history related shows. Help me, readers, you’re this cardigan’s only hope!