As I awoke this morning, trying not to scream because I'd rolled over on my shoulder wrong, I finally faced up to reality. I'm not gonna make the Christmas deadline this year, even if I don't need surgery. The knitting is going very slowly, even though I'm enjoying it, because my shoulder and arm can't do more than a round or two at a time without a break. The all-day knitting marathons of last summer are a semi-fond memory. I'm going to inform my in-laws that there won't be any Christmas knitting this year, and go find them something else as gifts instead (my mother-in-law is easy to shop for since I taught her to knit - I just go out and buy her yarns she's never heard of before).
What, then, will I do with the Strikke-along project, which was supposed to go to my mother-in-law?
I'm gonna stick with the project monogamy, and finsih it.
And keep it for myself.
Seems like a good way to finish out the Year of Me. I think next year will be the Year of Project Monogamy.