Mike's socks are done--I kitchenered by midnight oil Sunday. He's worn them for two and a half days now.
I cast-on for the next pair of socks while on a Trenton-bound train yesterday. I got halfway down a Jaywalker leg and then realized I'd dropped a stitch 3 inches back and holy hannah, there was no way I'd ever be able to pick that up. FROG.
Homebrew hard cider=good stuff.
Pictures, pictures, pictures soon, including how to hide 140 of one's 170 ball stash--no drop ceilings involved!