Back in the knitting saddle, the finger healed to a point where you can hardly see where eight stitches lived. The tip is numb to the touch, but it works for knitting. At long last I've started Taize, a project of Angie's that I've admired for years, putting my second Pashmina purchase to good use. That post of Angie's is a wonderful retrospective account of her knitting blog. She and I are old timers in that regard.
I only wish that I had enough of it for Angie's wider version, but there's plenty of stash available for that.
On the theme of soft as down, last night on the power line in front of our house, was a sweet juvenile Northern Flicker: