Cake Eater

So, the thing happened.  It didn't take the three hours anticipated, and enhanced techniques were not employed, but it wasn't pleasant either.  The personal injury attorney was really cute, and about the age of my oldest nephew.  It was sort of a glimpse into another world--the manicured, crisp white shirt, wealthy world.  Something foreign to me.  I like a starched white shirt, and I'm pretty sure that it wasn't laundered at home.  I wonder if I will indeed get paid for my time.  Something about the parties involved does not inspire my trust.
I did eat that cake. 
I have this new book, called Knit Noro.  It's fantastic!  I'm making a chevron scarf that will be felted.  It's hard to put down, and there's some stuff that I need to finish.