I don’t know what to do with myself today.
I feel… something in the pit of my stomach. I don’t like it.
To calm myself down I got the knitting needles out. I haven’t knitted since Andrew died.
Knitting helped me when I stopped smoking when I would furiously knit away craving after craving for a puff of smoke.
Maybe I can knit away the sadness and fear in my soul.
I pray it is so.