I had such a fantastic run of knitting, watching the DVD set my aunt loaned me - I just worked on autopilot and felt as rested as after a 2-hour nap - and then yesterday around lunchtime I watched the last episode on the last disc.
My fingers stopped working and I started getting all restless, sitting there on the sofa. I found a zillion excuses to get up and wander around. The DVDs had distracted me only too well, and without them I had to face reality: I was burned out.
To be fair, I was thrown off by a bit of a shock at breakfast, too. Waiting for the water to boil for tea I was putting away some dishes that had dried overnight and when I picked up a large bowl toward the front, I found this in the place it had sheltered:
The biggest millipede I have ever seen in my entire life.
It was asleep, so I had time to clear away the rest of the dishes, though it was pretty breath-holding work because millipedes are so fast (how could they not be with all those legs?) and this one was pointed straight at me. The last thing I wanted was to have it run over any part of me, because I am squeamish about stuff like that. I had to be quiet and careful not to disturb it.
La la la la.
By late evening I had recovered sufficiently to get a little more SUSP done - but it was a very little, and I have a good bit more do to before the end of the weekend whether or not I am able to get my head and fingers back in the game today.
This would be a good time to stumble across another great series in one set of discs, I think.
Or to have a million working arms, like the millipede.