There is a brooding presence located at the end of my couch:
The Shetland cardigan is going through it's awkward phase. It is past the armholes and I am now working the fronts and the back simultaneously. It's difficult to manage three balls of yarn attached to such a large amount of knitting.
Someone else has hit his awkward stage:
Luke had braces installed this week and he is finding them difficult to live with. He's a sensitive boy to begin with, and the are irritating his mouth. Plus he has headaches and difficulty eating. We are giving him sympathy and some medication and trying to reassure him that it will all be worth it in the end.
Once again, life and my knitting converge.