So, I went and got my flu shot yesterday and I think he injected it into muscle tissue because I can hardly move my arm today. It's much too sore to weave, so instead I pulled some more yarn for warps and wound two more. I'm hoping that after resting it over the weekend I will be able to weave on Monday. The Inner Critic is nagging me to push on through the pain, but a more sensible voice is telling her to shut her cake hole.
In the background sits the AVL, abandoned since September. I had high hopes of getting started on another shawl warp, but it will wait until after the craft fair season. And the workshop at the end of November...if they can get enough people signed up for it.
Truly, I don't absolutely NEED more shawls. Of course there is still a pile waiting to have their fringes trimmed, tag and price attached. They might not make it for this show, but they will be ready for the next, next weekend.
This year has been...surreal...with the surgery and recovery, slowly working my way back to functional. I keep forgetting it is nearly the end of October...and the year.
I am really hoping that next year will be less fraught, although having decided to go ahead with a book, I'm sure there will be lots of stress around that! Not to mention the Olds satellite program. I have an appointment to discuss this further Tuesday morning.
So, I appear to be up to my usual tricks...too many irons in the fire! Guess I wouldn't have it any other way, or I wouldn't keep doing this to myself. ;)