I knit myself mitten liners. It took me two days. It's fun to knit something that's done in two days. I made the liners out of silk tussah from my huge overwhelming stash of donated yarn.
I lined my superwash wool "rocktober" sock yarn mittens with them and whip-stitched the cuffs together. They make my hands look gigantic and oafish, but they are as warm as I suspected they would be.
I finished them today while telling Mike what needed to be cleaned. I have spent the day on the couch. I'm going to go take a shower and return to the couch. It doesn't depress me like spending the day in actual bed. But, like the worst of the inner ear infection in early December, I don't even feel restless or bored. I'm just lying there (or halfway sitting up, knitting until my arms get tired again). I have never just sat and not felt either vaguely guilty or shamefully like I was faking it.
I was in bed by 11:30 last night. Yes, New Year's Eve. I was annoyed when neighbors up the block made noise at midnight.
Nineteen days and counting.