I took two weeks of annual leave from work, which is already more than half gone. We are still pretty much locked down here, so I had no plans of travel nor grand adventure, no museum-hopping, restaurant-eating, people-meeting, window-shopping activities to fill up my days. But I did have the best intentions, namely:
I would not look at my email.
I would go for long walks every day.
I would do lots of knitting. My plan was to finish Doug’s vest during the first week, including all of the steeking, ribbing, and sewing of buttons – and to block, photograph and blog about it as well. During the second week, I intended to power my way through the Dyemonds pullover, and to do lots of swatching for some new projects.
I would organise all of my knitting stuff, sorting through mountains of boxes and piles of assorted tools and haberdashery and get it all cleaned up. My plan was to actually be able to find the thing I needed when I needed it.
I would sit in the garden and read. I would read something meaty and intelligent.
This is what I’ve done:
I have not looked at my email.
I went for one walk.
I lounged on the couch with my feet up and watched the new robot vacuum cleaner that Doug bought as it vacuumed its way around the room. (This is highly recommended.)
I have slept 12 hours a day.
I have knit exactly 5 rows on Doug’s vest, albeit fairly long rows.
I don’t remember when I last felt so burned out. I have six days left. I think perhaps I should lower my expectations.