I had planned to do some color work knitting on a slouch hat and managed to get three inches of ribbing done in my main color, an off white, then started the Fair Isle pattern in a kettle dyed teal/blue/green and decided I had bitten off more than I can chew at the moment.
I used to have no problem reading a chart and knitting away while the TV was on and Brad and I carried on a conversation. Not. Happening. My frustration level is too high and my ability to concentrate is out the window. I suppose I’ve still got some mild anxiety issues hanging on that I thought had gone.
I’ll think of something else to do for the Knit-A-Long another day. I’m going back to the cotton dishcloths and my Exploding TARDIS socks. I’ve still got a way to go on the ribbing for the socks. I had high hopes for the hat. Now all I want to do is take a hot shower and go to bed. The detox is kicking my butt again, too.
It’s been a long day and I’m ready to crash. Tomorrow is another day…