No one really knew what to expect, but we knew it was a big deal, that it counted.
So maybe it was not a big surprise that I had a nightmare. What the nightmare was about? That was quite the surprise.
It was about socks.
I had been reading a pile of sock books borrowed from the library.
This week, there was no school. My plan was to spend this past week knitting socks, sock, and more socks.
But for some reason, I was becoming terrified. Of the sizing, of the pattern, and, most of all, of the heel.
So I procrastinated, and put it off, I crocheted, I knit on other projects. Anything to keep from having to work some short rows.
But finally on Thursday, I ended up with unexpected knitting time, and got down to business.
So this week? I didn't manage the piles and piles of socks that I dreamed of.
But. I managed to turn a single heel.
Between that and having successfully completed the moot (I didn't cry - goal achieved!), I feel a little bit like I could manage anything. Maybe even knitting a second sock.