Turtle with a broken neck

Maybe I'm PMS-moody this week, or maybe it's just a confluence of circumstances, but the past 24 hours have me feeling like a turtle with a broken neck. That is to say, I seem to have stuck my neck out so often lately, it won't retract any more, and I'm left unprotected at my most vulnerable point. Mostly I've been wanting to draw back deeply into my protective shell, not let anyone at my soft underside, and move *very very slowly*.

The closest thing I have to any kind of a shield is knitting. Today, being wracked with flu and general ickiness, I've been knitting scarves. A big scarf for Kia, a little scarf for Marjorie, and a mini-scarf for me. The mini-scarf is selfish knitting, something I am not good at doing. I'm forever **starting** projects for myself, but they are almost always set aside in favour of something for someone else. Today I knit for others for the morning, but my afternoon and evening knitting is this wee little rainbow scarf for me. Something bright and warm to wrap around my neck, and hopefully it will protect me next time I foolishly stick my neck out.