hand eye crafts

My arm muscle, whichever it is, is damn serious about keeping me from knitting.  At knitting group last night, I got about 12 rows done before having to stop.  And the pain has continued through today. This is not going to end well.  I'll either lose my sanity from lack of having something to do, or my arm will be shot from overuse.   Hey, maybe they can come up with some sort of radical new surgery to deal with knitting-related injuries.  I could be the Tommy John of the fiber world!

If you've ever seen one of these: , you've probably also seen a comedy sketch in which one goes haywire and starts firing balls faster and faster at a poor, helpless, hapless soul who just wants a better backhand. Lately, life has been hurling things at me like a maniacal tennis ball machine.  Fast, slow, curving, heavy, featherweight, aimed high, low and in between.  All without me thinking my backhand even needed work.  Or that I even needed my backhand anymore at all. When all those things are flying at you, you try to cover up the best you can.  Or you at least try to make yourself a smaller target.  Me, I'm curling up in bed and covering up with quilts.  When the barrage is over, not just timing-out, I'll come out from under.