I was stuck in bed, sick, pretty much all of yesterday. How this played out:
Sleeping.
Opening one seriously weakened hand to prop up Elizabeth Zimmerman's Knitter's Almanac.
Dozing off.
Scrabbling at the table beside the bed for a scrap of paper - carefully, so the pen sitting on it wouldn't roll off and I could grab both.
Regrouping, and making notes.
More reading until
Falling asleep again.
Waking up and trying to fix an image in my mind, then
Sketching a shape, then
Bribing somebody to bring me some yarn and a pair of needles so I could work out a stitch from the Almanac.
And then reading on.
Yep, I was working out a design for a hat. I have a bad feeling that with my dying breath, I will be muttering the sequence for the perfect lace repeat.
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