We remain snow bound. Although the home ship has retained power, many of the outlying fleet are still without heat and electricity. Last night we harbored a Vulcan friend of first commander Hannah in the guest quarter. Still I wish there was more we could do. It seems that, no matter how fast I knit, I cannot outfit the entire fleet in time. In a desperate attempt to feel useful last night I sent first commander Hannah out to feed the troops while I stationed myself at the entertainment bay in the hopes that we could amuse and warm people with The Artist. It succeeded. Mildly.
During my own entrapment yesterday I discovered some rather amusing pictures of knitted food.
Live long and prosper.