Work seems to be sucking every last bit of energy out of my tired little body. Add in the February I've-Lost-The-Will-To-Live blues (It's cold and gray and gloomy and thus it has ever been and thus it ever shall be...) and we've got a serious lack of post-worthiness going on around here.
I manage to knit a few stitches on the Niebling in the evenings, but progress is slow and unphotogenic. It's now a slightly larger lump of bumpiness. (Or bump of lumpiness. It could go either way.)
I'm still spinning Goldie's fleece, but it's just more and more of the same the same the same.
I need sunshine. I need warm weather. I need to not have to put on a hat and a coat and boots and a scarf and gloves just to go outside.
I need to stop whining and just let spring come in its own good time.
(Which up here is May.)