Every once in a while, I fantasize about a really great injury. A broken toe, maybe, or a sprained ankle. Nothing serious, mind you. Just a great excuse to lay around and knit, knit, knit. This is not that dream.
Yesterday, I burned my hand pretty bad.
I can barely type, and the mouse is difficult to manuever, but I can still fold laundry and cook dinner. And, though it is difficult to accomplish, I can still change diapers. But, horror of horrors, I can’t knit!
Heaven help us all!