I really did feel stupid, like, all of last week. I couldn’t think and I couldn’t do and sometimes I couldn’t walk (I have the bruises to prove it). So far, the only half-rational explanation is that there was something in the water, because everyone else felt the same way, but that can’t possibly be true, and I will perhaps blame the weather. It was 72 one day and 35 the next, with snow. Though the strange temperature fluctuation is normal for Georgia this time of year, the snow isn’t, so that’s probably the cause. Albino brain chiggers and all of that.

At any rate, I didn’t feel like much of anything this weekend. I bought a replacement iPod, since my old one died completely on Friday (but I wasn’t that attached to it and they gave me a discount for recycling it). I got the Apple Care plan for this one, so that if it dies, I won’t have to buy a whole new one again. And then yesterday I knitted basically the whole afternoon and into the evening, as I went to Knitch after lunch and worked on my sweater, and then worked on the sweater some more at the ChickenGoddess‘s house while watching Torchwood (did I mention that it’s awesome and that this is possibly the longest run-on sentence ever?). I’d work on it some more this evening, but I have run out of the math that lets me convert a bulky yarn pattern to a worsted pattern and I’m so not mathematically inclined. However, I have two pairs of unfinished socks that need some attention, and that will be healthy for me.

I have no proof, but I’m now convinced that knitting is a sure-fire cure for the stupid, even if you feel stupid while knitting. After knitting? Not so stupid anymore. I’m still in clinical trials, but I’ll let you know if I prove my theory (I hope I do).