There are two main railroad lines that run through Olathe. Whenever I am running errands, I can be delayed by a lonnnnngggggg trail on either line. Not to mention intersections where I might be forced to wait for the light to change.
It never fails. If I take some knitting with me, or something to read, I will breeze through, encountering no obstacles. If I get in the car empty-handed, I will be stopped by trains of 100-plus cars, or the five-mile-an-hour crossover train, or a traffic light that has been set to never-change. Thumb-twiddling produces nothing.
And, oh, almost finished a pair of grey wristlets -- have only a half-inch to go on the second one. Put aside for a few days until I can get to the yarn store to buy another skein. Started another pair of wristlets of green worsted dug out of my stash. Worsted. If you heard that word and knew nothing about knitting, you'd think it was the worst thing possible.
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