Well, I spent last night and today fooling around and I can still knit. I mean, knit for more than ten minutes at a time.
It's got to be very small gauge; small and light. I assume that's because it's lighter in weight and the actual motions themselves are smaller. Even Cascade 220 is too heavy at this point. But sock yarn is working.
With luck I'll get drugged up next week so I can finish this KAL before you guys start sending me felted wool and broken knitting needles in the mail.
This also means the Christmas knitting is dead in the water. Luckily it was just a couple felted bags; I can work around that. But this will be the first year with NO knitted gifts in a long time.
Maybe if I drug up successfully I can knit a hat or two.
Keep your fingers crossed for Toradol. It would make a great Christmas gift.
I keep forgetting to mention... remember the deer?
Up the road, we've got an archer. He's got a little range set up in a field; most of the year, he uses one of those modified hay bale targets. But for the month or so leading up to deer hunting season, he uses a deer target. It's an actual fake deer, stuffed with something to make it shootable.
About a month ago, the deer target got the attention of a real deer. Real deer gored the hell out of the target, tore it up, and probably peed on the pieces.
These are the same deer that like to lay around in my back yard.
Lately I'm worrying less about the freaking bear in the area.