I'm staring at the leg of sock #2 of a pair of Trekking ones right now. I had to rip back the heel flap last night when a stitch magically disappeared so I'm feeling pretty pissy about the whole thing.

My brother is a total AC nazi so it was SO HOT in here most of the summer so the very idea of touching wool made me want to die. But the weather broke last week and it's been about 30 - 40 since then, so I'm reinvigorated.