Snail Spirals

First of all, I'd like to thank everyone who left comments with well-wishes and sympathy over the past month. I didn't reply, but they were all appreciated. I think it's amazing that people I've never even met can be so warm and caring.

I'm slowly fitting back into life at home. I feel sort of like a puzzle piece that's lost one of its "arms." Being away for a month puts everything out of kilter, and having everyone here tell me they're so sorry doesn't help. They all look at me like they expect me to burst into tears at any moment, but I think I'm pretty much past that stage. (All bets are off this coming Sunday, though, what with the Hallmarkiness and everything.)

Fiber-wise, I've just been working on three little hardanger bookmarks to enclose as thank-you gifts to people up in Maine who helped out my dad and me while Mom was in the hospital. I haven't done any knitting, spinning, or anything else since I've been home. I haven't even worked on the little child's aran sweater I started in the hospital.

I really should get back to Dad's sweater since it's almost done, but I haven't felt like it. I was thinking about this lack of interest in knitting last night, and realized that I may be putting off finishing the sweater because I was working on it when Dad called to tell me about Mom's accident. Negative associations, there.

I think I need some quiet spinning time.