Got gauge, finally.

This week I received two packages, on the same day. The only bad part was the fact that I paid for everything in the boxes myself. It was the rest of the Hornblower books, just in the nick of time. I've begun to confine reading them to just at bedtime instead of indulging in every-waking hour-at-home-total-occular-absorption mode, to make them last longer. So far, it's working.

The Saga of the Evasive Gauge has finally concluded, but with a surprise ending. Thinking perhaps that a different composition of needle would do the trick, I bought a set of Bryspun #5s and tried again, this time getting 26 stitches per four inches. I finally threw caution to the wind and got out my Bryspun #7 set and voila! twenty-two stitches to four inches. Since then, I haven't had a chance to cast on for Pellew's Pelisse -- I had company in the house and have been up to my eyeballs at work. Watch -- with the change in activity I'll cast on and knit for a bit and check the gauge and it will be off, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. I haven't done another stitch on the Psycho Stripes socks, or on the Guild Project Afgan either.

There's a disconnect between what I have to do, what I need to do, what I'd like to do, what I can get away with doing, and what I actually do.