Knit My Dog

It sets in around this time every year. Maybe it's the lack of light. Maybe it's the cold. All I know is that I'm tired. My normal routine wears me out. I don't want to clean up the dishes. I don't want to do the laundry. Lugging wood? Forget it, we won't have a fire tonight. And the knitting suffers too. I haven't worked on my lace shawl for a while. I have one sock almost done (I've been knitting it for about a month). Pathetic!

I have a baby gift to get started on (baby's already here), and a hat to knit for a birthday gift (birthday is one week away). And yet, I find that I'm drawn to surfing blogs or sitting in front of the TV.

I know, I just got back from Florida and I should be rejuvenated and ready to go. I think my problem is that I treat sick kids all day long. They cough and sneeze on me. I have to peer into their mouths. And they just keep coming. There is so much sickness out there maybe my defense is to reserve my energy, both mental and physical, in case one of those nasty viruses decides to set up shop in my body.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

Did I show you this yet?

I knit it about a month ago back when I was felting-obsessed. It fits perfectly and I wear it into the hot tub on cold nights. Howie volunteered to take my picture while I was in the hot tub but I opted for the indoor shot instead.