In the dumps

Emerging from under a rock, Sisyphus and the boulder. Dazed and confused, blinking a bit at the light. Today I feel nearly ordinary. Where have I been? Lost and afraid. Knitting mechanically, the only normal in this day.

The mittens turned out very pretty, even if I frogged them three times trying to get the length right. They are still too long in the fingers, but I like them.