After taking a hiatus of a few months I’ve cracked open some pattern books and started knitting again. (Who makes scarves in the winter? Summer’s the time for that, obviously.) I like knitting in that once you figure it out and get into the rhythm of it, it’s pretty mindless, and it’s something that I can occupy myself with when I’m visiting relatives or watching TV.
The thing is, I wind up watching a lot of Netflix while I knit, even when I’m all on my lonesome, which in regular circumstances is my Let’s-Devour-Books-In-One-Sitting time. Which is why the other day, instead of finishing Rainbow Rowell’s Attachments (which I totally could have done) or gulping down the writing craft and comic books I paid money for, I watched four episodes of Dr. Who and a bit of Portlandia. I really should keep up with my books, since sort of I’m a writer and I need to be on top of that stuff, but with the sweet shoulder bag I’ll (hopefully) make, and the excellent progress on Dr. Who, it’s all worth it.