Who would have thought . . .
that this would be a good place to knit. I'm sometimes called upon to sit in a car while Ed works on the underside (often bleeding brakes). Happy to help, I climb in the car. Soon, I realize that I can't get out of the car, but I have nothing to do so I end up reading the owner's manual. Not necessarily a bad thing.
Last weekend, I thought before I climbed into the car. I ran upstairs for my sleeves. I made so much progress. It was such an enjoyable time, I was sorry when the car was lowered and I had to get out.