Not that anyone is coming around much since the posts have dried up. (Apparently there's been either a mental or a time drought in these parts.)

But just in case you did stop by for a looksie or this was picked up in your Bloglines, know that there is no knitting content. None. Only a lackluster explanation of why there is no knitting. (Sad, really. Pathetic.)

Read on only if you want to pity me or listen to my whimpers (or, more likely, kick me in the caboose and tell me to get real).

It all started with my wrist. (You need those things for knittin' apparently.) A slight, yet highly annoying and painful sprain to my right wrist kept me out of knitting commission for a good long time. To add insult to injury, it may have been knitting related!

See... A few months ago I was finishing up the re-read of Harry Potter book 3 by listening to the audio file. (That voice is greatness.) It was towards the end of the book, where all the action happens, and I was knitting. And knitting.

The next day, my hand/wrist were sore and tender from lack of breaks while knitting all night. I tried to rest it; I even moved my mouse to my left side! Then a couple days later, while doing something that involved not paying attention to what hand I was using, I went to through the trash out and heard (and felt) a PING.

Since, I've been trying to rest it and give it time to heal. But I have never been a patient person.

So while I was waiting to heal, I lodged a massive knot in my back which left me couch- and heating pad-bound. (There's something to be said about not sleeping on one side the entire night.) A bit of the heating pad and a few nights in the hot tub helped to work the large sailor’s knot down to a manageable shoelace knot.

Meanwhile, my toe starting acting up. (Go ahead and roll your eyes.) That's right, I have not been knitting because of my toe. Or more accurately, I missed knit nite with the grrls last night because of my toenail.

Read this next bit only if you're not squeamish:
A bad case of ingrown toenail forced me to a "Dr. Columbo" visit, who sent me to a podiatrist for an emergency (meaning they could get it done yesterday instead of next week) lateral nail avulsion and matricectomy. AKA cut out the bad bit of toenail and deaden the nail bed so it'll never grow back.
Okay, you can read again.

This left me with a bandaged toe and a bit o' minor pain. But no knit nite. And I could have knit on the couch, but instead chose to be kept company by Harry Potter. (I'm in book 7.)

And last, but most emphatically not least, this weekend was Matt and my 7th anniversary! (Thank you.) We didn't make plans quick enough to go out of town, even to Ft. Worth, but our last-minuteness magic worked out and we spent a wonderful night at the Hotel Palomar and dinner at Trader Vic's! Both of which were fantastic.

No promises, but I might just get a bit of knitting done this week!

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