No Rest for the Wicked

I am one sleepy girl. Not sure exacty what happened but yesterday my jaw started hurting and by bedtime last night I was talking through clenched teeth and couldn't eat. Needless to say I didn't sleep well at all and mostly just thrashed and kicked the kitties all night. Wondering if I stabbed myself one too many times with a rusty felting needle and that tetanus shot was defective. Anyhow, here's my mom's Mother's Day sock. Why is it not on her foot, you ask? Well, because I got behind that's why. It has a French heel which all the ladies in my knitting group thought sounded worldly and sexy but alas, it was mostly just a pain in the butt and involved a lot of counting without the thrill of getting the little cup of a regular heel that I so love. I am within sight of the finish though. It looks a bit misproportioned but most of my socks do before blocking so I am gonna have faith. Gotta keep the faith. Go forth and conquer Monday!