Well, I used to enjoy walking to and from work. A matter of fifteen minutes and a pleasant workout. Thanks to a dead battery in Himself's work vehicle, I ended up walking home yesterday.
It was not fun.
I did, however, enjoy the Cadbury orange creme eggs that Himself bought me as a "poor baby" treat.
To make up for the boo-hoo factor of backaches and sciatica, I am knitting. I have a nice, cool minty green cotton blend in fingering weight, and I'm designing a tee-shirt for Junior. Very basic, for a sixteen-inch chest. Stockinette stitch with garter hem and lapped shoulders.
I'm thinking about doing some kind of purl stitch design for the front. Words? A picture? I have enough yarn to make three shirts (one in blue, one in yellow), so if this one works, I have two other chances to use up design ideas. Whaddaya think?
The nice part is, even if I leave the whole thing plain, I'm enjoying the fact of knitting itself. In, around, over, off. Repeat ten million times. The Knitter's mantra. Very relaxing.
Who needs Tylenol?