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I FINISHED ONE OF MY LACY DEATH SOCKS. :D

(Anyone who has been to my house to meet me or pick me up in the last few weeks knows exactly what I am referring to here. "Just a minute!" as they wait patiently at my door, and then in the kitchen. "I have to finish this row and then I'll be ready to go I SWEAR!")

However, harboring a nasty suspicion that I am sllliiiggghhttly short on yarn to finish the second... crap-o.

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The first leg of my trip to Scotland leaves Chicago for Amsterdam at 4:20 PM.

Whoever scheduled this flight was evidently a stoner.