Two Weeks Down...

I've made it through the first two weeks of recovery, and I've learned a very valuable lesson. I'm not a patient person. When someone tells me it's going to take me 4-6 weeks to recover, I figure I'll be better in a week. And when it doesn't go that way, I get a little cranky. But while I'm still medicated, and I still occasionally feel like I've been hit by a bus, I get a little better every day. And I can actually knit for more than a couple minutes at a time now. So I'm happy.

Over the weekend, I got all kinds of brainless knitting done. First, I finished my latest baby sweater:



The bottom one is the one I did earlier in the spring -- just two big skeins of Simply Soft, and I've got two cute baby cardis. Now I'm ready for *two* friends' babies. Bring 'em on!

After I finished, I almost started yet another baby sweater. I blame that on the drugs. But while doing my giddy post-FO dig through my stash, I came to my senses, and I decided that I might as well start another sweater for me. Why the heck not? I deserve it, don't you think? So I started my summery cardi (#221). I'm making it out of a buttery yellow CottonTots that I got for cheap at the Uber Yarn Outlet -- and I'm totally loving it. It feels like buttah. Every once in a while, I stop knitting and make Paul feel how soft it is. And since I'm so pathetic, he humors me. I can't tell you how many times the poor guy has had to feel my sweater, but he hasn't complained once. What a guy.

This afternoon, I had an appointment with the doc (who isn't quite sure what's going on inside me, but she's pretty sure I'm on the right track). Afterwards, I had my chauffeur drop me off at the Merc, so I could knit with the girls. But, as it turns out, there were no girls. Or at least no little girls. So I hung out with the big girls. And Jerry. It was wonderful to get out -- and to see everyone again. And, well, to be around yarn. Yarn, my friends, can cure anything. I'm sure of it.