Mumblety-peg repairs, and Iditarod socks.

I was sitting on the couch, sort of knitting, sort of awake.  Husband started to walk into the living room. Next thing, he grunts, then goes down to the floor, like he's intent on something.  I glance up, to see him brushing his hand over the carpeting.  Now, even in my nearly somnambulant state, I know it's not normal to have Husband pet the carpeting...  So, I got up, in time to hear "thunk", and an admonition, "be careful where you walk, I put a knife in the floor."

He wasn't joking.

As I eased around the (VERY SHARP) knife, I asked what he was doing, as he was on his feet, headed out the door.  Turns out, there was a nail coming out of the floor, and he was going to go get his tools to repair the problem, but didn't want to lose track of where the offending nail had gone.  

Oh.  So I sat back down, pondered that it really didn't bother me that there was a knife stuck in my floor, or if I was just crazy.  

I would prefer you didn't answer that question...  :)

In other news, at 11am my time, the Iditarod starts.  On the knitting website Ravelry, a group has set up the Iknitarod, the goal being to finish a UFO, or complete a project from cast on to bind off in the time it takes to run the course (to the 'red lantern', in other words).  I decided that I would knit a pair of socks. I can knit ONE in the time the Iditarod takes, I decided to see if I can finish two. 

(For any yarn folk, it is Paton's Kroy, and a mutt wool skein adopted from a local yarn shelter, aka thrift store.)  It's  10.15am as I write this, and as usual, I really would like to start, but no. So, I will go find some other thing I need to do, see if that will take my mind off of jumping the gun, so to speak...

MUSH, Already!!