Speaking of wrestling, Will's season is over. Today was sectionals at Jennings County, and after a pretty solid match, he lost in the first round. We stayed until the end, though; four members of his team advanced to the regionals and we had one sectional champion. We got home around 7:30; Clay and I both have another bad case of bleacher-ass, but on the bright side, I got a lot of knitting done (pictures soon) and several chapters of The Friday Night Knitting Club read.
About 50 pages in, I was convinced that this was the worst book I had ever paid money for. It was an impulse buy at Target a few weeks ago -- I was sucked in by the yarn on the cover! If it had been a library book, I would have returned it posthaste, but since I purchased it, I feel compelled to finish. But it is getting better -- still choppy and disjointed, but more interesting.
And, speaking of getting better, dad is walking. Just 5 steps, but that counts.
And talking, if "goddammit" counts, and I say it does.