July was a really weird month. There was just so much going on, between my personal life, and the play, and then my dog dying, that I think it's going to take a while to fully recover. This whole summer so far has felt really long and exhausting, and I'm ready for it to be over. I've been exhausted and burnt out for at least two months now, and I really hope that I find my equilibrium again soon.
I pulled out my Old Harry
the other week because I needed something pretty brainless to work on, and I've finished the body and have started the first sleeve. I have another sweater on the needles that I'd like to finish this month, so I don't know how much longer I'll keep carrying Old Harry around.
I've got quite the backlog of pattern writing that I've been meaning to catch up on for over two weeks, but haven't managed it yet. This is mostly due to my complete inability to do anything right now except read romance novels and eat cheese. Like I said earlier, I really hope I find my equilibrium. Quickly. I'm trying to keep track of all my self care—eat regularly, eat occasional vegetables, get enough sleep, try to keep my apartment from looking like a total trash pit—but this burnout/depressive episode is really stubborn. The only way out is through, though, so here I am, head down and plowing through.