Hope Springs Eternal

Look, it’s a sock.  One lone sock.  All by itself.  Rumpled and adrift.

It’s tough to be a sock around these parts lately.  The rate at which you get made, to say nothing of the rate at which your mate may get made, leaves something to be desired.

I’m off on a tiny bit of a trip, and this sock’s mate is the only knitting I’m taking.  Somehow I still don’t think this will be enough.  Everyone keep a good thought for the sock, let it know it’s not alone, even if it doesn’t yet have a partner.