As a doornail.

I'm dead! Oranged to death! The socks coordinate nicely with the gorgeous trees around town. Although there is a slight problem with the socks (one which my assassin knows about and is being remedied, don't worry). Can you tell what it is? How about now? Yes, one of these is comically huge and I love it. I love that I was someone's first sock recipient and I love that this knitter was brave enough to send on their efforts! (My first socks are long since hidden away in under a rock, in a swamp, at an undisclosed location patrolled by cranky black bears.) The socks are great, guys! Thank you to my assassins! I'm going to be so productive now that I'm dead. I can rush through that second Pomatomus, get back to the Jamesey, and get started on other Christmas presents. Oh, and do the loads of work that stand between me and Christmas vacation. But the knitting, really, that's the important thing.