Nary a stitch

"The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft aglay." (often go awry)
("To a Mouse" Robert Burns)

Despite all the plans I had and all the things I planned to complete over this long weekend, not a single one got done.  I spent the entire weekend on my back with a weird vertigo-type illness.  It was worse than the worst seasickness I've ever experienced...and, believe me, anyone who has taken the ferry from Portsmouth, England, to Santander, Spain, knows about seasickness.  It's hard to explain what it's like to feel like you're falling over when you're laying in your bed having just moved your head a fraction of an inch.  Today is the closest I've come to feeling more like myself, making 4 days of absolutely nothing accomplished. 

So we start again.  I find that the world didn't fall apart because I didn't get my lace yarn finished spinning or get my gray yarn plied or my socks finished.  In fact, far from falling apart, everything is still waiting for me just as it was before.  So we start again.  Maybe that's just the lesson to take on board for the new year.