...otherwise I might not get in any quality knitting time. The sock has been brushing up on its philosophy.
Later in the day I sat down to read some Nietzche, and made some more progress. The sun was beating down and I was able to kick off my shoes. No shoes, good book, good knitting.... what more could a girl want? (I know, a cup of coffee)
The sock has decided that it is more or less not a an existentialist, and feels that somehow it is not just a free unit. This is especially poignant coming from a piece of knitting.