Back in the 'good ole days' of early 'retirement' I'd get up, gobble some oatmeal, and settle in my 'knitting' chair with a good book and my latest project. Sometimes I'd be listening to that book....sometimes with an easy, mindless project, I'd be reading that book. And that was my day. I'm not kidding. 8? 9? 10 hours of blissful knitting and reading ....occasionally even more.
My friends would see something new---like a lace weight shawl or an afghan....and say....oh, did you whip that out yesterday? Well, almost, although I probably had a good 120+ hours of work in it. Socks? A pair easily in two days. The hours? A LOT! You know how it is when you see the 'finish line' of a project looming. I was probably kitchnering at 3 am.
I haven't seen a good marathon knitting day in months. I haven't wanted to see a good marathon knitting day in months. I thought my knitting mojo was just taking a little break; after all, that happens to us all, right? Mine, though, I think has permanently moved out of town.
I knit three rounds the last two days.
I've been out and about looking. Mojo, where are you?
I guess I've been looking in the wrong places.