Earlier today I was planning "Okay, if my babies are asleep before eight I could eventually start cleaning windows (on my to.do.list forever)." When it came close to that I came to my senses (yes, ridiculous, short of sleep makes me insane and thus more short of sleep...), grabbed my knitting (as I said, insane, pure merino in 33°C) and watched my sweet baby boy falling asleep and planned to read and write baby journals instead.
Less insane knitters gather here.
Entweder ist es einfach nur verrückt bei Höchsttemperaturen (Dachgeschosswohnung!) Wintersachen zu stricken... oder es ist die Vorfreude auf Winter mit Hoffnung auf Abkühlung. Trotzdem, es ist Sommer.