I am knitting. about as much as I am spinning and gosh darn it, I can hardly wait till Next week. Or the weekend for sure.
I have a cold and the closer Christmas comes, the less engaged I feel. I wonder if it was always this way, but that this is the point where Brian picked me up with his own joy at the upcoming days off work. I really don't know if this is the new or some of the old, or indeed if it is at my sort of no home of my own situation. I keep hoping that it is something that will disappear once life feels stable.
Since the only knitting is a badly done thumb on a wee mitten for my peanut, Mr. Carter, I will leave you with this.