Nothing. Nothing fibery, anyway.
It turns out that I use my left index finger for a lot more than I'd have thought. Since I knit continental, I need it to carry yarn, WITHOUT snagging on anything like, oh, a bandage. So no knitting. And drafting fiber? Forget it. Ever gotten fiber stuck in a bandaid? NOT VERY ATTRACTIVE. And I'm not going to ATTEMPT plying.
So, I started writing a novel. What the hell. We'll see how it goes. At the least, I've not gone bonkers in five whole days without knitting. That's something.
Oh, the bandaid? Curious George. I switch off between that and Hello Kitty. I haven't touched the Tinkerbell bandages. The Goober would have a fit.
In other news, Sekhmet is a fucker.