Somebody asked me when was the last time I went a day without knitting, and I really couldn't think. Even when Les died - even the day of his funeral - I knit a little. I seem to recall though there was a day last winter when I was so terribly sick with food poisoning that I could barely lift my head off the pillow let alone get my noodle fingers to work.
I guess that's what it takes to keep me from knitting right now - disabled fingers. It's funny to think that I went twenty years without knitting at all, and before that, when I was a teen in sweater mode, I knit only to produce cool (well, warm, technically) clothes. I wonder whether this is a second windstorm that will pass eventually and leave me surrounded by needles and yarn I won't have any desire to touch?
Meanwhile: I finally made myself graft those sock toes yesterday.
And also, I finally got to open the last of my Biscotte club yarn:
You might have to click on that picture to see the special feature (hint: sparkles.) It got a little silver in it, along with merino wool and silk and nylon. And it's so very much my colours.
Today's challenge: a day without knitting (my new sock.) Seriously. In spite of getting those grafted toes out of the way, a new wrinkle popped up with another project that has to be done and dry by Friday morning. So... that's good news, right? I might be stopped now, but on the weekend? Look Out.