Good for nothing
I am prostrate with jet lag. Seriously. Flat out on the sofa, groaning pitifully, bug-eyed with knackeredness.
I’ve done nothing of note today apart from knitting all night long, after it became painfully obvious that there was no sleep to be had. Then, when daylight finally came and just as I was getting ready to go out I was suddenly overcome with exhaustion and sat down on the comfy couch till my head stopped spinning.
I’ve done nothing of note today apart from knitting all night long, after it became painfully obvious that there was no sleep to be had. Then, when daylight finally came and just as I was getting ready to go out I was suddenly overcome with exhaustion and sat down on the comfy couch till my head stopped spinning.
And then I woke up three hours later.
I’m writing off today, devoting myself to knitting the Rhinebeck wrap which is is made from Posh Yarn’s Lei, a everlasting yarn whose skeins know no bounds. It’s bloody lucky that it is as luscious and wonderful as it is or I’d have buried it in a fit of pique by now. Especially as I’m a tad befuddled and spent as much time tinking as I did knitting this afternoon.
Come hell or high water, I’m casting off tonight. And I’ll be blocking it at the hotel. Hmmm… pink yarn, white hotel towels… anybody else experiencing an impending sense of doom?
