I must remind myself that there can only be so much of a good thing.
I was able to do some major gift knitting last weekend. We are talking one wash cloth for my future daughter-in-law, one face cloth for my current (and favorite) daughter-in-law, two wash cloths for my granddaughters, a coaster for my sister-in-law, one large face towl as a birthday gift for my little (but not littlest - age 26) boy, and one vest for a special cheetah baby.
The real world enters when you have to come home at the end of a weekend trip. The goodies knitted above were all done in the one weekend of visiting with family (and future family).
So then you come home.
The real world has teeth.
My wife's rather large and vicious beast (that
passes as a rat terrier) attempted to lay claim to my side of the bed.
Now, I know that given time and a chance to
loose interest, he would have left eventually.
But one has to think of what an eager animal with raptor size teeth could do to all those pillows. I had no alternative but to try to remove the offending hound from hell. The fight that ensued was for no less than pride and the bones of my thump.
We will call it a draw. He is off the bed and I still have my first digit.
But...no knitting all week!
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