{"id":363,"date":"2011-11-18T14:43:06","date_gmt":"2011-11-18T14:43:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/missaudrey.net\/wordpress\/?p=363"},"modified":"2014-12-30T01:10:55","modified_gmt":"2014-12-30T01:10:55","slug":"on-momentum","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/missaudrey.net\/?p=363","title":{"rendered":"On momentum"},"content":{"rendered":"

I am, above all else, a creature of habits and seasons. I pass through my various phases, much like the gibbous moon, and to every thing there is a time allotted.<\/p>\n

The current time is allotted for a walloping case of startitis.<\/p>\n

You see, my knitting mojo tends to wane around the late summer as the weather grows unbearably hot and I find myself in a constant state of travel. (Why the travel is always happening, I’m not sure. But it usually does. Weird.) As the weather cools and summer gives way to fall, so does my inertia, and I begin plotting and planning my construction of cold weather clothes, and gifts, and general other awesome nest-lining type things. The problem is, I have the self-control of a rabid ferret, and that careful plotting and planning tends to devolve rather quickly into this:<\/p>\n

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Making this impetus extra-fun to deal with is the fact that Monday morning, I woke up with a weird twinge in my collarbone, that rapidly devolved into a tearing, excruciating, level 9 pain that spread from the left side of my neck, out to my shoulder, and down my back. As you might guess, that didn’t make knitting too attractive or easy to accomplish. Even now, four days later, the pain (while lessened) remains, and I can only get in a row or two before my shoulder is screaming for a cease-fire. I have, however, gotten a lot of reading done. Sigh.<\/p>\n

Before The Crick That Must Not Be Named was born, I had the following projects all on the needles:<\/p>\n