I don't like to say it, because I'm really superstitious and I'm pretty sure I'll jinx myself if I even think it, but I've mostly got my migraines under control.
For the moment.
Except for the weather.
I can't control the weather.
But the weather likes to control me.
Crazy storm fronts, violent changes in temperature, sudden drops in barometric pressure, they all mess with me.
And I had all three of those things yesterday.
I tried to knit my crazy hard super secret color work. I didn't want to, but I kinda had to. My deadline is looming.
Sitting on my couch with an ice pack, I worked for four hours to knit two inches.
Then I discovered my stitch count was off.
I couldn't find where I went wrong with all the decreases and the color changes.
So I spend another half hour carefully frogging my four hours worth of work.
I began anew.
I spent an hour tediously knitting five rows.
I checked the stitch count after each and every row to be sure I was on track. And I was. Everything was a go!
Then I realized I was using the wrong colors.
At that point I gave up.
I wrote myself a post it note of what was wrong (so I wouldn't accidentally just pick it up and start knitting. That has been known to happen).
I fed the kids root beer popsicles for dinner and let them stay up past their bedtime watching "Wreck it Ralph." (Oh, Kenneth the Page and Sue Sylvester. This NEEDS to happen in real life. Do you hear me Glee?)
I started a new project because I needed one that required absolutely no brain power what so ever.
A stripey scarf, knit flat to avoid dealing with the color jog.
I loves it.
Still feeling the pain today, but there is no rest for the weary, and this is SPRING BREAK!
Is it even worth it to try using my brain today?