It's Idaho, and of course, it's blowing...again. We've gotten spoiled the last few years, Mays' have been cool and rainy, not dry and windy. The wind gets on my nerves, dust is everywhere, you don't want to go outside, the wind blows trash from my neighbors into my yard.

*sigh*It makes a girl just want to hide inside, knit all day and drool over sock yarns over the internet. And that is exactly what I'm doing.

Over the long holiday weekend as a I was housesitting for my parents, I finished the first of the Wooly Wonka socks. Then, because I was going to Shrek 3, I took the Lorna's Laces Lion and Lamb sock instead of casting on the second Wooly Wonka sock.

No, I was not suffering from second sock syndrome. I just knew I couldn't knit on fingering weight yarn in a movie theater but I knew I could handle worsted weight just fine. To prove I wasn't suffering from SSS, I cast on the Wooly Wonka sock Sunday morning. No SSS is going to strike me. So the Wooly Wonka sock is happy knowing its mate is in the works. The Lorna's Laces sock can be heard whining in the background about how lonely it is. I told it to put a sock in it.

So now I sit here, listening to the wind howl, watching thousands of acres of topsoil go up in smoke (Did I mention the farmers around here are stupid enough to burn their fields every fall and then have the nerve to complain about their soil every spring?), knitting away on my Wooly Wonka sock on TFNs.

On the plus side, I'm plotting out all the socks I'm going to knit this summer. Is the Trekking XXL gonna be first, or the Austermann's Step, or the Crystal Palace Panda Cotton, or...It makes my head dizzy just figuring out which one first and then second. Inbetween plotting which order I'm going to knit them all up, I plot my sock purchases as I can afford them.

So many yarns, so little time...*sigh*