It's been 90 (Fahrenheit) for the past week or so, which is something that happens in Portland every year, briefly. We don't have air-conditioning, and we live on the second floor... yesterday we gave up and went to the movies. Twice.
I've never successfully knit in the movies before-- I'm insanely jealous of people who can knit socks-- but yesterday I had a skein of cotton with me, from a swap last month, and a pair of needles, and all I could think was garter stitch is really hard to screw up.
My hands hurt today, but Devin's really happy, and I sat through two awful summer blockbusters without stabbing myself in the thigh with my needles (that's not a result of knitting, it's how I usually feel watching summer movies).