Wow, so many visitors, so many great answers! Thank you all for clicking by and indulging me. :)
It's a quarter to twelve, and most people are asleep. Those of us in the newspaper world are, well... wide awake would be a lie, but we're up and dressed. There is a pot full of astonishingly weak coffee in the mailroom, and an off-limits box of cream cheese candy in the office. Sigh.
In a few minutes, I will wander back to my knitting. Still the basketweave sock, because I spent most of the day reading "Cell" by Steven King. Before I go, I want to tell you about the cake I'm making for a baby shower tomorrow. We begin with a layer of fudge brownie.
Dark chocolate, of course. The baker's version of heroin.
On top of the brownie will be a layer of seedless raspberry jam. This will be covered with a generous slathering of white chocolate cream cheese frosting. Wow, I just gained a pound from typing that! Anyway, the next layer is cake. Moist, dark, springy chocolate cake made with sour cream. At this point, I really should come up with insulin icing, but no. More of the white chocolate cream cheese.
After eating a portion of this cake, I will no doubt be so buzzed from sugar that I will either:
A. Fly around the room, or
B. Discover that my tension is so jacked up that anything I knit will be suitable for armor.
I'm willing to take the risk.