That's how long I've been huddled in my office, drugged to the gills and trying to spin off a migraine. I think the walking motion needed to treadle the wheel makes me feel like I'm walking, and therefore moving and making progress, getting things done. Of course that's NOT what it really means, but in a way it makes me feel better. The illusion of forward motion.
Plus it produces yarn, which can't be dismissed in terms of making me feel better.
122 yards of Purple Trainwreck, treadled out in four blurry days of madness. Trying to figure out how to knit up all those colors without it looking like a circus. (On the other hand... it's me. I could probably wear a circus. Let us be honest amongst ourselves.)
The only drawback? It wavers rather drastically between almost-laceweight to heavy sport/almost-worsted.
Not my best work ever; I'm really glad I don't plan to sell this stuff. But I did snip off a couple samples to help keep myself on track for further spinning.
Otherwise, I got nothin'. My head hurts, the Goober is singing to the cat, and the one bright spot, one of my Beloved Readers bought the Frog in a Blender.
I love my blog readers.