Knitting black wool in over 80 humid heat is killing my eyes and felting the yarn in my sweaty palms. What a conundrum. I cannot see the stitches to knit at night when it is cooler. I will get this done. So off I go to jump in the pool and cool my core so I can pick up the needles. I force the anti-swimming dog to join me and cool off. Otherwise, we both just lay around and moan. Knit, woman, knit!
