Welcome to the implosion

I'm exhausted. Dunno how my engineer does it: work in NY, hospital in NJ, home, rinse, lather, repeat. Spent the last 4 days in the hospital with him & his parents as his dad underwent 2 cardiac implants (stents), and this was just 4 days. His poor dad has been in the hospital since mid-July for multiple surgeries, and has lost 30 lbs. Yikes.

So between that and my employer's impending implosion (well okay, it looks like it might be salvaged, but who knows?) a little hilarity was in order, I thought. (Besides using up more of my vacation days promptly seemed like a prudent idea, if you see what I mean.)
So the infamous harf (hat + scarf = harf) came out to play, since 4 days in the hospital does give one a lot of knitting time. I finally finished it (still need to do the giant pompom[s] though) at a whopping 8+ feet long. [Bonus: it made my guy's dad smile when we tried it on for him in his hospital room.]

The photo on the left was from my previous efforts last football season. The photo on the right, with my amused co-worker Julia modeling, is the almost-final result. So now Al, who is 6'5" and therefore requiring of an extremely long harf, can blind his fellow Cincinnati Bengals fans. Hee!

Between the hospital, possible unemployment, and not being home for several days, I discovered when I got home just how frazzled I was: while I had HIS keys in my purse, I had left MY keys at my honey's apartment this morning. Duh. That idiot mistake cost me $35 (lockout fee). Oh well.

What else? Oh, apparently after this weekend's travails, my engineer informed me tonight that his mom told him I am "marriage material" ( ! ! ! ) and he didn't seem averse to the idea ( ! ! ! ! ! )

And on THAT note, I am taking to my bed.