I’m not really clear on what happened to this week. I remember coming home from Maine… Then Neil and I both came down with the nastiest head/chest/throat germ I’ve had in years. Now I’m surfacing at the end of the week to find my dishwasher full of soup bowls and my knitting needles strangely empty.
I haven’t had the energy for much knitting at all, and certainly no energy for casting on the next book project. I haven’t even been able to pick buttons for my little baby sweater. There’s been a tiny amount of garter stitch going on, and a lot of napping on the couch. I vaguely remember a stockinette swatch, but haven’t got the mental energy to check the gauge, nevermind write the next book pattern.
So hopefully the fact that I’m here means I really am on the mend. The goal this weekend is to finish putting in the garden, so I’d like to have more energy by then please!