somehow dropped a stitch in the current project (this'll teach me to knit after two glasses of red wine, right?) and had to frog back two inches during Ray Liota's death scene during ER last night. Nothing like getting pissed off at someone fictional dying too soon because you're trying to get your needles back through all the right loops without dropping any more and you can't look up g'darnit, not YET, not YET, NOT YET! No really, how about, not yet, Ray?
Very good ER. Managed to salvage project. Finished wine. All is right in the world.