Whenever I read or hear somebody's sad comments on his or her stormy relationship with a sibling, my heart fills up with pity. Me, I got lucky. My sister is a wonderful person who knows exactly how to make me smile.
For example, she sends me dispatches from her lovely vacations in the wilds of Maine (four postcards! four!), and then afterwards takes care to send me shots like this.
Somewhere in the happy hunting/knitting grounds, she who wrote Knitter's Almanac while floating around Wisconsin in a canoe is smiling.
If you're trapped in an office or at home with the flu, Susan's lavishly illustrated account of her hiking trip (accompanied by husband, dogs, and scarf-in-progress) might do you a world of good.
Posts about my own knitting-in-progress tomorrow. Alas, I'm working the needles on the subway and in coffee shops, not on a rocky and picturesque coastline. But it's better than not knitting at all.