Today has been one of those days that has, in these troubled times, gone from being okay to being just a big sigh.
The morning started like any other – coffee, the news read on my iPad and breakfast. All in that order and all good.
Then, it started to go downhill.
I had to be at the Dermatologist’s rooms for an appointment at 7.50am. Now, his rooms are at least 45 minutes drive from our house (on a good run), so we left quite early to get there on time.
Traffic was not too bad as everyone is staying home – I was a bit concerned we would be pulled over by the police asking us why we were so far away from home, but we were not.
I love my Dermatologist. He is a real honey. After the stitches were taken out of my hand, he breezily told me not to use it very much – in particular, in activities that pull the hand/fingers into a ball.
For at least one week. That is: Seven…Whole…Days.
Translated: No knitting for this time – not even a row or two. I know this because I asked him that question.
So, my current knitting design sits forlornly on the lounge floor with me looking at it.
It is not all gloom and doom though. I have the new design, Irish Rose to finish writing up but today was not the day.
I have instead read my book and soon I will go for my walk.
Writing about Irish Rose can be done tomorrow or maybe the next day.
Hope your day has gone better than mine.