By this time next week it will all be over except for the crying. Not everyone will be crying though. Some people will be in possession of a gold medal because some people are already blocking their Olympic knitting. Obviously I am Not one of those people.
Day 5 didn't see a single stitch.
Day 6 ended with only a half dozen rows knit.
Day 7. I don't remember too much of day 7. Maybe finished a full row after work? Kind of a blur. I didn't get home until after 10pm sometime. And driving in a wind storm slowed the drive home that much more. I did work (I am a seamstress extraordinaire) and did some major kick-ass sewing. Doing alterations for 6 hours when everything goes right is really empowering. Who knew!
Day 8 (yesterday) was full to the brim with little progress made on the knitting front. On the other hand, I did manage to buy a new (-to-me) truck for my journey to Kitchener, ON scheduled over the March break. Now I just have to sweet-talk a neighbour into babysitting the farm for a week. Boy, this is gonne cost me! I then spent a few hours at work that I didn't expect. And to top it all off, I took possession of another SPCA kitten. Removed from a home where 40 other cats were in residence. The old man only said that "things kind of got out of hand and the neighbours were complaining". At least the cats weren't abused. Huh.
So this is my progress at the end of day 9 of these Knitting Olympics. Notice I am not counting the opening ceremonies as knitting time. I was at work. My excuse.
I am starting to worry (slightly) that I might not finish in time. Over half way through the Olympics (according to the Harlot's ticker clock) but less than half in my knitting. I am hoping the sleeves will fly off my needles, when I get to them!