If you were a fly on my wall this weekend you would have observed:
Started the shawl again on Saturday. Got to row 17 and had 2 extra stitches. Hummm..... Rip back. Cast on 5 and did the first 2 rows, mumbled something about this being stupid and shoved project back into the WIP basket. Pulled out socks and knit those all day.
Sunday read the paper, sip some coffee. What? No, I can't hear you little shawl. I'm not going to work on you today. Ok, Ok, I'll try again. This time I'll use a lifeline. The kids complaining that my counting out loud and sighing were interfering with their TV watching. But all the counting seems to be working because I'm up to the second repeat on the body.