Tick, Tock

The days of the Olympics are quickly slipping away. One sock is done, the first draft of the pattern is written and I've just started the second sock.

Tick, tock.

It might be easier to concentrate on the matters at hand if boxes filled with fun things to play with didn't keep arriving. I've been putting them in the back hall and trying to pretend they're not there. The last one came from far, far, away. The other side of the world, really. This one will be very difficult to ignore but if I want to complete this task, I had better do it. Because once it's opened, all bets on the Knitting Olympics are off.