Knitting is happening--I finished one sock and started the second. I did a few rounds on the two-at-once-on-one-needle socks. I got to the K5, k2tog round of a charity hat only to run out of yarn. I picked up and considered the second gator mitt only to put it down again. I brought the red and white chevron scarf all the way downstairs from upstairs.
I also finished the most boring hat in the entire history of the known universe: 22" of K1, sl1 in the round. I'd put it aside for almost a year, only to figure out that I only needed to do 2 more rows. And now that it's done, it's still the most boring hat in the entire history of the known universe because it's brown and looks just like a store-bought hat. Off to the charity pile.
. . . but life intervenes.
I've had an odd pain in my right index finger for the past week and have been anxiously expecting it to curl, crone-like, into some weird arthritic hook, preventing me from ever knitting again.
I may have seven house guests arriving in three days. I can't really recall whom all I invited and what exactly they said.
We're trying to close on a house.
I have an 8-page paper for a public presentation due in five days and one of my books just came in to the library.
I just want to eat chocolate and potato chips and drink frozen cocktails and watch bad TV.
Knitting usually helps me when I'm in this state.