Still in need of therapy

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I am still knitting like a madwoman. My mind is quiet while I make stitches, but the moment I stop it goes into overdrive, like letting the Tasmanian Devil loose to whirl about ricocheting off the inside of my skull. I can't settle to anything else, except making my drawing a day. There are a number of abandoned and half-finished projects littered about the dining table.

On the other hand, not settling has seen me wander outside at intervals to haul a few weeds out and shift pot plants. The small bursts of gardening are beginning to make a difference to the wilderness.