What are the chances...

...that this will ever turn into a cardigan?

They seem remote. It doesn't help that I'm a week behind on the economics, I have a needy and demanding cat, and am feeling parched from a lack of reading. I think the problem may be this whole full time job thing, which in itself springs from some other stuff, and so on.
These may all just be excuses for not wanting to knit an interminable button band.

On hope of spring

We all know that TS Eliot had it wrong and that February is, in fact, the cruellest month. There's nothing to be said for it, no light, no warmth, no comfort - the only thing to do is huddle up and wait for spring.
So this morning I went through all of my seed packets writing down the earliest possible dates I could plant them and pulled out, cackling, all that allowed the possibility of February.
39 cells of my propagator are now full of potential and the possibility of redemption. And I think my fingers should recover movement within the next few hours.

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