I hope you are all sitting down (that used to be a given, but with iPhones and iPads, I feel a warning is now a good idea). This is actually about knitting. Comfort knitting. The knitting one reaches for when one has thinking to do.
I really admire people who can think and knit lace shawls. I know some people find that sort of delicate, 24 pattern row repeat stuff calming and fun. Even before the brain thang left me with a shorter attention span, I didn't find it fun. Oh, and I do have a yarn stash in need of serious reduction in the next six months.
My standard of mindless knitting is now the cotton washrag. Today I made two, and cast on a third. Waffle stitch Sugar and Cream on size 6 needles, because these suckers stretch, and really don't last all that long, but they were just right for the job. The lifespan of one of these cotton washcloths is, in my experience, just about six months. See? Meant to be.
So all I did today, besides walk the dog, drain the yogurt and throw in a load of laundry, was knit washcloths, and think about where I want to live, and what I want to do, and all that minor stuff. Oh, and set up job search alerts for Asheville, MD and Orlando.
Now, it's back to the mindless pleasure of the washcloth.