Nothing like it
Here it is, Wednesday, 2 weeks after oral surgery. I feel great, and finally, chewed my first real meal. Wow. Yes, my jaws and gums have healed enough that I can start eating instead of inhaling or just swallowing.
There really is nothing like real food. Nothing. Okay, it wasn't a big meal, and yes, the noodles were nice and soft, but my jaw muscles are a little tired tonight. But, wow, gee, I got to eat real food (envision big grin).
There's nothing like a satisfying session of knitting. I'm going through serious knit withdrawal right now. I've been doing homework a couple hours straight since Monday. No knitting, boo hoo. So, since I can't hold needles in my hands and use a computer at the same time, I'll just think about it. Maybe write about it...
Of course, thinking about knitting starts me on "what's my next project" mode. Another sweater to be planned for my brother? More socks for myself, for my mother, for friends? Or maybe another shawl to add to my shawl collection. Thanks to the cold weather, I've been wearing those shawls, even to work. Nothing like something soft, colorful, pretty, that I can throw around my neck and shoulders to keep the drafts away! And I can carefully pet the soft pretty shawl, and quietly dream about knitting...while I'm gazing intently at a computer monitor, wondering how on earth I'm going to solve another computer user dilemma.
Then again, maybe I'll plan on a short spinning session this weekend. Pull out some fiber, clean off and oil my spinning wheel, and create about 8 ounces of handspun yarn suitable for a hat, pair of socks, or a scarf. Unless I end up pulling out yarn catalogs, or drooling on my keyboard as I surf the internet for yarn colors that would make great guy sweaters.
Oh, darn. I think I'll crank out a couple more paragraphs of collegic rhetoric, and find a sock that needs ribbing knit on it. For a few minutes at least.