Most of the West Coast is
in hell a little bit warm from the summer heat and here in LA, it is unbelievably muggy. I believe it’s kinda that way all up and down, really. So on the heels of this fabulous moistness, has come a massive flare of whatever the hell it is that sometimes makes my joints feel really crappy. Which is probably, most likely, arthritis, except I don’t like to use that word la la la la. Whatever ya want to call it, I’m popping ibuprofein like candy and my hands are in a massive pain flare, so I’m not knitting much. I think I got about three rows done on Mom’s birthday sock #1 in the last few days. Forget Icarus. Laceweight with these hands? Not happening.
Hot. Cranky. Sore.
I’ve been sleeping an awful lot, and dreaming about yarn.