I did not knit.
Okay, a knit a little at work because I was helping someone and I work in a yarn shop. But I didn't touch one of my own projects. I did carry my Country Socks upstairs with me thinking I would knit last night instead of falling into a coma. But no. Passed out. Dead.
Here's a little knitting content for you. Durrow, 4.5 inches into the body.

Sorry, gray ribbing shot at night makes probably the worst blog photos. It's all I've got, people!