The Vols won.

The Eagles didn't lose. (Okay, they had a bye.)

I started my socks.

Okay, I hate, hate, hate the flash. But it's dark and early here, and really, the flash gives you the best indication of the colors of the yarn I'm using. Lorna's Laces Shepard Sock in Clay. I'm trying to get as much autumn mojo as I can since it's going to be over 90 degrees today. Icky, icky blech. I want chili and soup simmering on the stove and scarves woven around my neck and Fetching on my wrists. Instead it's short sleeves and swishy skirts and air conditioning and iced coffees for awhile longer yet.

But Socktoberfest is on and the Monkey is on my back.