Of all the (insert all kinds of negative adjectives here) things that have happened to me in the last year, year and a half, one of the oddest is going on right now.
I can't knit.
Of course, I can knit and I can purl, but I cannot knit. I've tried socks, shawls, hats, socks again, and I lose count, I drop stitches, I can't follow a pattern, I forget where I am in a pattern. . . It is driving me crazy. My depression is as bad as ever, and one of the handful of things that could ease some of the pressure has abandoned me.
I don't even look for jobs anymore. I'm assuming there's still nothing out there, but even if someone offered me something right this minute, I couldn't do it. I'm in no shape.