My White Whale

White is the color of the day. We got approx. 6-7 inches of snow last night. I've been home sick or snowed in for 5 days. Although I was blessed to have my driveway (not the city few yards long kind, the country 1/4 of a mile kind) plowed out by a thoughtful cousin this morning, I'm still feeling a bit apprehensive about the roadways. I have passed the time finishing knitting projects that have been laying around taking up space. Unfortunately, I've finished up so many things, that I'm kinda down to this:

My Moby Dick. For the record, I didn't start it, it wasn't my idea, and I would never and will never make something solid white. It is so boring I"m thinking of slitting my own throat and bleeding on it just to give it some color. It is another gift of that unnamed patron from whom I accepted another knitter's stash, and boy was the cast off knitter nothing like me. This little baby afghan was about 1/4 finished when I got it. I've been alternately working on and avoiding it for 8 months, and the bloody thing is never gonna be done. It has all the hallmarks of a terrible project for me. Too complicated to do mindlessly, too simple to be really entertaining, no real deadline cause it's not for anyone in particular, and white, white white. Ugh. If any one knows of a baby named Moby, or possibly Dick, I've got an afghan for you. Should be done about the time the snow stops falling, in hell.