Stupid hacking cough. Keeping me from getting my dang rest.
I called in sick to kindy this morning after I coughed so hard that I was afraid I was going to puke. I also sort of felt like crap, and Seth was pretty insistent that I stay home and rest. Of course, that hacking cough that is the source of my troubles also kept me from sleeping the morning away, so after laying in bed for about a half-hour, and went ahead and got up. Since I felt yucky but not devastatingly so, I hit play on a few episodes on Gossip Girl and went to town on my scarf. In all, I got over 30 rows done between this morning and tonight. Woo! I’m now finished with the vertical repeats and into the last charted section.
I love this part of knitting - when the end is in sight and I find a sort of cruise control for the project. I guess that makes me a project-oriented knitter rather than a process-oriented knitter, but I’m not sure. I mean, yes, I do like finishing. But who doesn’t? I also love the process (well, usually, anyway - just a few seconds of wandering attention can mean undoing rows and rows, forehead furrowing and my silently cursing the yarn, the needles, the pattern, myself…), and I love having something to do with my hands when I watch TV or ride the train. I’m discovering that I sort of love lace, even if I’m not ready for the really really ornate stuff. That’s okay, though - I’ve got a few projects in my stash, just waiting for me to pull them out. I’ve even got the cobweb-weight yarn for them, if it ever stops freaking me out!