You ask why? Because at around 3 this morning I woke up in dreadful pain completely unable to move. Evidently I wrenched my neck, and so have spent the entire day barely able to move my head. I should probably go soak it in the bath, but I find baths dreadfully boring. And I'm not a fan of candles either, so all those tv shows and movies in which the female protagonist enjoys a nice soak with a good book are just lost on me. If I'm going to enjoy a glass of wine and a good book it's not going to be where the pages can get water-stained or I can risk being drowned by an angry ghost or water demon.
So rather than a bath I'm sitting stiff and unmoving on the couch watching Breakfast at Tiffanys on Netflix. A little Audry always soothes the soul. Though I doubt I'll be trying to climb out a window any time soon.
And there is knitting of course. I keep wanting to cast on more and more, but I did finish a sock yesterday. I then declared myself the Kitchener Stitch Master and decided that this was the career for me. I was born to kitchener stitch.
I'd apologize for the bad quality of this photo of sock #2, but I rather like it. The color is pretty accurate and it blacks out all the background, namely the pile of trash that really must be taken out. I was going to do so today . . .
Ah, well, another time perhaps... As long as the trash doesn't rise up and try to take over the apartment.