So, I'm trying to drink a glass of red wine 3-4 times a week. I'm really NOT a drinker, but the health benefits of occasional vino are more and more convincing, so I'm making an effort. This along with more fish, B vitamins, exercise, etc., (aren't I being good?). Still, I've always known that wine effects my thinking with almost the first sip and tonight is no different. As I sat, knitting away on my Estonian Shawl it occurred to me that I'd forgotten my brother's belated birthday party this weekend. Having no gift, I began to think of what I could knit in 48 hours. I've made him hats, scarfs, afghans, etc., in the past and I surely could have given him more of the same, but my brain fixated on socks. It is a well known phenomena that alcohol can lead one to believe they are capable of more than they actually are.... and somehow, here I sit with a new pair of socks on the needles and the entirely unrealistic goal of finishing them by Sat. night at 6pm. Crazy, stupid crazy!