You know how they say that goldfish have three-minute memories? I kind of feel like I have developed the attention span of a goldfish. I’ll knit a row or two, and then get completely bored and start looking around for something else to do.
Usually, give me my knitting, a cup of tea and Netflix on the TV, and I’m a happy camper for a good couple hours. But not this week. Maybe I’ve had too much caffeine. Or not enough. Maybe the planets are out of alignment. Or a spell cast by an evil sorceress. Or maybe it’s just the result of the wicked cold I’ve been fighting off the last two weeks.
Whatever it is. I don’t like it.
Do you have any tips on how to fight my goldfishitude (which is totally a word)? What do you do when you feel like this?