Over two years ago, for a meeting, for the old job. I'm at a conference--my professionl association conference--and I'm enjoying it. I'm under strict orders not to think about work and not to do any work. The first person gave me her card and said to get in touch. It's Sunday and I'm going to some sessions this morning.
On the needles: Also, yes, I need that many scarves.
Socks with a lace pattern in black require a certain amount of care and attention and I haven't had the focus for them.
Both are knit toe-up and I'm past the heel turn on both, so they will get finished eventually.
I am still scratching my head about the whole thing.
Also, how do you get to your mid-50s without ever once having had less than fully emotionally involved sex?