Good eggs sink in cold tap water.
Bad eggs float in cold tap water.
Eggs from one carton were good.
Eggs from another carton were bad.
Guess which carton should not have been around at all.
Guess from which carton I'd been cooking. And eating.
Miserable long weekend. Thought I had flu.
Tested the eggs once I started to piece together the puzzle.
Some day soon, knitting will return to the blog. I did a little knitting this weekend, as I tried to gather myself back into a human being.
Good night. I'm overdue for my nightly cup of tea. Home I go.