The last couple of days I've gotten home from work, picked up my knitting for about 3-4 stitches and then passed out. I imagine that working at this pace indefinitely would really make for poor progress, not to mention increase the impossible nature of Christmas knitting. Unfortunately, the knitting is going to stay at a tortoise-like pace for the next month as I'm packing up my kittens and my Andrew and moving cross country at the end of July. I did make some progress on my left glove.
Yes, this is the same amount of knitting I was able to do in two days on the right glove, only it took twelve.
Right now I'm staring at a pile of flattened boxes and shelves of stuff that really needs to go in them. So I think I'm going to knit for a while. Don't judge me.