MIA

My Mum phoned today to see if I was still alive so I thought I'd best post something.

I'm well into the second sleeve of the charcoal sweater and rather fixated on the work. I ran yesterday for fun. I've got doctors fussing about my heart so I haven't been running. They told me to not do anything too stressful. Yesterday I decided that was a relative term not an absolute one. I have a murmur that looks like a bit of grief. Apparently my maternal grandfather had dance with a heart attack at 42 so I suppose the possibilities are undeniable.

I still answer the phone, but I'm really chasing this sweater. It's time to cut wood and not be knitting at all! Gotta go.