I'm spending the night in a small truckstop in a small TX town with the unlikely name of Dew.
Dew, TX. Do tell.
I've been kicked back knitting on the scarf and watching a movie as has become my normal evening routine. The scarf is now over 2 feet long and is one sorry looking piece of work. Really. My knitting has improved through the course of the thing, but looking at it on the whole it really does look pretty bad. If one just looks at the last several inches it looks pretty good if I do say so myself, but as a whole it's pretty bad.
No way I'll be giving this thing to my mother. I will finish it and chalk it up to a practice piece. I'll keep it so that when my knitting does get better I can pull it out and have a good laugh now and then. I'll probably make Mom's out of the much fuzzier stuff I bought. It'll make for a much warmer one anyway.
It's kind of nice hanging out here at this little truckstop in the middle of nowhere between Dallas and Houston. It's too small to attract a lot of truck traffic in and out as there simply isn't a lot of parking, so it's reasonably quiet. It has a small diner inside. Nothing fancy, but it'll be good for my morning coffee while I work the night's cobwebs out of my skull.
All in all it's a pretty boring little truckstop. Perfect for a relaxing evening.