...it's worth overdoing, I always say.
I certainly did that this weekend. 750 yards of two-ply, sport weight yarn were spun up. Then I started playing with the colors I got last week, and when I noticed that the middle of my back between my shoulder blades felt like it was on fire, I thought maybe - just maybe - I should lay off for a little while. This kind of thing has happened before; when I was knitting the Starry Night Ruana Thingie, I'd pop in the Lord of the Rings director's cut DVD and start knitting, snap out of it three hours later, and wonder why my fingers were numb. This time it's Stargate. Seasons and seasons and seasons of Stargate. With no commercials.
The good news is, I think the spinning is helping my pinch/grip strength, which has always sucked since I broke my hand. The actions of spinning are kind of like weight lifting for the small muscles of my hands and fingers. So long as I don't overdo it (again), it might actually be good for me.
It looks like there's enough of this yarn (about a thousand yards, total) to knit a sweater; I'm going to spin up the rest of the teal by itself (I'm out of the darker blue) and throw it in with random stripes. Sometime. Soon. Plain stockinette. Soon. Really.
Here is a photo of the Goober. See that earnest look on her face? How serious she is?
She was trying to explain to me why she needed jelly beans for breakfast.
She got a banana.