Last minute Gold, sorta like the Canadian Men’s Hockey team.  Himself apologizes (in true Canadian fashion) apparently the tie goal was his fault for watching the last 2 minutes of the game.  He patriotically took one for the team and turned off the game for the overtime period, allowing the win.

I finished my socks in time.  Photographic proof – Olympic Flame is still burning and completed socks are on my feet.  Cat Bordhi’s Sky Sockitecture master pattern using my Forest Analogy Fractal sock yarn.  Lots went wrong – broken spinning wheel, wrong fibre, broken knitting needle, do-overs on the first toe and second heel, but I plowed through it and now my feet are toasty.

I’m enjoying the closing ceremonies as I type.  Canadians have a special kind of national pride that allows us to make such fun of ourselves (with inflatable mounties, moose and beaver, no less) and not feel the least bit foolish.  We can even make a big oops into a “design feature” – l loved the opening with the fixing of the cauldron and Catriona Le May Doan getting to light the flame after all.  I hope the world has learned more about us.  At the very least they’ve figured out that we don’t live in igloos, but we know how to make snow when it counts (volunteers 1 Cypress Mountain weather 0).