I feel absolutely useless today. Tired beyond belief. I think the last two weeks of struggling on despite back pain have taken their toll. That and nightmares last night. (No idea what that was about but I woke in the night struggling for breath, with heart pounding and blood racing and shouting “I’m not having that!“) Anyway, today I appear to be useless. I have been sat here since I got up, trying to write an article about making socks but my brain simply will not function. Not one useful thought in it. There’s a Norby hat in front of me (and a Norie, but that’s another story – one is growing, t’other is shrinking.) and it requires but a handful of shaping rows to see it done. I think about picking it up but then a wave of exhaustion overcomes me.
The handspun sock is all but dry – can I be bothered to go and find my camera? You guess.
I need a jolly good kick in the pants. Please deliver.