As a knitter, I’m pretty sure I have a moral obligation to cast on a new sweater every fall.
Progress stalled, alas, because I ran out of cream yarn and need to procure some more. I’m pleased with it so far though.
Fall also means my birthday and I got a copy of Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane. It reminds me so very much of all books I read as a kid that I can’t really remember, which is a recipe for a perfect gloomy-day-comfort-read sort of book. A nice change of pace from rereading Sherlock Holmes on those kind of days.