I meant to post this earlier, and just forgot.
About an hour after I posted my previous entry about the woeful lack of a cable needle, my father came by my condo.
He had seen my needle sitting on the table and, knowing I was stuck at home, thought I might want it. So, along with some library books my mom had checked out for me, he brought it by on his way to the office.
He noted that it appeared a little the worse for wear, since both their cat and puppy had gotten a hold of it. He offered to buy me a new one if it was ruined.
It wasn't ruined. I got a lot done on the sock...and was able to put off frogging the baby cardigan yet again!
Isn't my dad the best?