Just going through rough times.
My hands are aching from making two fair isle caps in about five hours as an alternative to a psychotic breakdown. (Now some people will think that it’s cute that I am using that term as a literary element to describe me having a bit of a mood. Nope.) And yet I still can’t put down my Clapotis.
Tomorrow I will finally have some time to sit down and deal with the work that’s been piling up. But at this rate I will not be able to type for tendonitis. Nu.
Back to the needles.