Slow Traveling

I was on the road again this weekend; a short trip — I’m home already! I had to be down in Washington for a day so I took Amtrak down. So much preferable to planes. No crazy security lines, much more room to stretch out or to wander to get a cup of tea, and a much better view along the way. (Sometimes. And sometimes the train is in New Jersey.)

But I felt like shaking things up.

So this time I brought a Traveling Shawl instead, which I worked on in between pouring over the latest magazines — would you believe that was the last copy of Knitscene in the rack at the Penn Station Borders? Crazy.

There’s no prize, but you’re welcome to guess just which pattern I picked. Well, you’ll get my admiration and respect, which is absolutely a prize everyone should strive for. What? Stop laughing, it’s true.

DC, by the way, is insanely humid. I don’t know how the locals do it.