That’s the best word I could come up with to describe how I feel today. I am completely and utterly worn out. Yesterday was an absolutely fab time with friends, but I had no idea how old I was getting. Seven hours on a train, knitting, hopping cabs to and fro in London, a knitting show, a pub lunch, 3 bottles of wine (I shared), and some walking around, and I seriously feel like I ran a marathon yesterday. Maybe I’m getting to old for this!
We had a few unexpected problems along the way, but what journey doesn’t? Ultimately though, we made it there and home relatively unscathed, still friends, and without having poked anyone’s eyes out with a dpn (though there was a lady on the train who almost deserved the honor).
The stalls were fab, filled with yarn, needles, and knitting books and notions. The Yarn Harlot’s talk was great. I got a fair amount of knitting done on the plain Jane sock I am working on. I had a great time with some of my closest friends here in Harrogate.
All in all, not a bad day, eh?