Tuesday, September 25, 2007, 12:48 a.m.
After a long evening battling technology – my computer, my scanner, my online library account, my frying pans (shush! If they come with a manual, they so are technology!) – I was delighted to wash my face, lower the shades, turn off the lights, and slip into Neverland.
I love the first few minutes of getting comfortable in bed. The cool sheets, the perfectly-arranged pillows and comforter… I trace circles with my legs all over the sheets, stretching and spreading out into as much space as my body can manage. I typically sleep on my belly, and once I’ve soaked in all the cool sheet goodness, I wrap my arms around my pillow and drift off…
But there was a brief interruption last night. As I reached the end of my “getting comfortable” period and snaked my arms under my pillow, I felt something cold against my shoulder. Lo and behold, it was a metal sock needle! A knitting needle found its way into my made bed, under my pillow.
I retrieved the needle and chuckled. This is how you know you’ve been knitting too much! I would have thought it was a weariness-induced dream, if I didn’t find the needle next to my alarm clock this morning.
Anything like that ever happen to you? Have you ever opened up your portfolio at a business meeting only to have some element of knitting pop out? Have you ever found one of your straight needles intermixed in your chopsticks drawer?