Finished Object Dance

Had the quarterly visit with the endocrinologist today, which always reminds me of the confession of sin out of the (Episcopalian) Book of Common Prayer:

Almighty and most merciful Father, we have erred and strayed from thy ways
like lost sheep, we have followed too much the devices and desires of our
own hearts, we have offended against thy holy laws, we have left undone those things
which we ought to have done, and we have done those things which we ought
not to have done. But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us, spare thou those who
confess their faults, restore thou those who are penitent, according to thy
promises declared unto mankind in Christ Jesus our Lord; and grant, O most
merciful Father, for his sake, that we may hereafter live a godly,
righteous, and sober life, to the glory of thy holy Name. Amen. 

Actually, my current endocrinologist is very reasonable and I enjoy working with her. She doesn't sit in judgement like so many do, I just have wonky readings. And she's understanding -- when she picked a 357 lunch out of the pack of readings and asked if I knew what was going on then, and I said that was the morning Mark was transferring through Heathrow when the London subway bombings happened, she was willing to say that was reason enough to explain a 357.

In any case, back to the knitting. I got on with the Nalgar, finished the first ball well up the increases, and currently am a few rows away from kitchenering the shoulders and doing the sleeves. Fuss, fuss, fuss.....
Of course, as it turns out, the endocrinologist is due at the end of August, so there'll

be another Nalgar coming down the pike soon.