Went over to my mom’s for dinner and she had this out on the coffee table the entire time we were talking.
A sweater for my dad, row by row. She’s 3 weeks into it and still has both sleeves left to do.
I told her about the restless thing from last week, how I kept waiting for that 2am urge to reorganize a drawer and it never showed up this time around.
She didn’t even look up from the needles. Just said you put your hands somewhere else for a while, that’s all it is.
Didn’t touch the notebook the whole time I was there either. Just sat on her couch and watched the rows build up, one after another.
First time in a while my head actually stayed in the room the whole evening.