Sick: I am it again. I noticed a scratchy throat in the night early last week and by the weekend my voice was nothing more than an intermittent squeak. Thanks to a whole lotta tea and water and the occasional glass of orange juice plus lots of sleep, I can now do the gargling gravel trick. Go me!
The relationship between illness and knitting is complicated. My cousin, on hearing I felt like roadkill, said "Rest up! Drink lots of tea and don't knit!" My friend, who isn't coming over today so I can finish getting better, said "Hope you get lots of rest and knitting time!"
So, is knitting relaxing and feel-bettery, or a drain on one's recovery energy?
Supporting my friend's view I present Saturday: my worst day, spent on the sofa watching a lot of movies and knitting the hat I got obsessed with making after I saw Sandra knitting one in similar colours the day before.
(It's made up of leftover shawl yarn so I have a set for the winter, and it came out pretty much as I hoped it would and doesn't look too bad on me, it was pretty good to knit although A Very Bad Thing Happened* when I was making it, and while it took me the entire day I did finish by bedtime. Go me, again!)
Supporting my cousin: since then, my knitting plans have been interrupted and slowed by naps. A lot of naps. Like yesterday, I keeled over for what I hoped would be a short rest and clawed my way off the bed about two and a half hours later. I so could have been telling you that I finished SuperSecret ScarfyThing if it hadn't been for that, and I fear today won't really be an improvement because even though I have been up for about an hour and have nearly finished drinking a cup of seriously high voltage tea I am finding it hard not to fixate on my pillow.
In good news, I did manage to finish off the second yoga sock this week:
Which makes my finished Christmas Knits pile look like this:
Whoooo! Go me, bigtime! Two whole presents.
Yikes. Boy do I need to get healthy again.
* The hat has a few cable twists in it, and at one point I stood up and my hook-shaped cable needle - my speediest and therefore my favourite - fell off my lap and dinged twice on the floor before disappearing. I have looked, I have had two friends look, we have moved furniture, we have used flashlights. We haven't found it. I shudder for my Bellatrix socks. Thank goodness Trish and I have an LYS date for next week; hopefully I can buy a replacement.