The gleee and relief lasted about 8 seconds, and then I went "oh, crap. *Now* what am I going to do?"
I think socks next. Or baby stuff, for all of my friends (and by "all" I mean "two") with new babies or babies-who-will-be-new-in-less-than-a-we
And, heh, it's actually cold enough in my house right now to warrant wearing a wool sweater. I'd yell "What the heck is up with the freaking weather!?" but I've lived in the Berkshires for a long time and am therefore not that concerned.
-- Little Red, who insists that knitting in the summer isn't weird.