And so is the rest of my stuff. Most of it is still boxed but I unpacked my babies as soon as they got here. Here's the spinning wheel that had been "professionally packed":

They said they would pack it themselves because it was a fragile item. Well, where in this box does it say that there's a fragile spinning wheel inside? The box is too big and my baby was allowed to wobble inside with nothing to secure it in place but packing peanuts. I found a small crack on the mother-of-all. I have to test and see if the tension opens it up and if it's still functional, but I haven't had the time to put it together, because I was rescuing my other babies:

The violet lost all its flowers, or course. The begonya looks really bad, I'm not sure it's going to make it. I hope she does, she's been with me since 1998. Whatever happens I will be the only one to blame, since I packed them myself and was too cheap to pay for overnight delivery, so they spent a whole week without sunshine nor water.
I'm very grateful for all the nice wishes. I'll get back to reading other knitting blogs now that I have internet at home (although a chair and a desk would be nice, too). I do intend to keep working on my raglan, but instead of buying yarn, I'll make a donation to the Red Cross. It's not the right time to be selfish.