I was cooking along on Susan's hat when I realized that something had gone awry with the decreases at the top. So I spent this morning's commute tinking back five rows to where the decreases began.
That's the sort of knitter I am. I would rather un-knit 455 stitches than rip back in a hurry and have to deal with sliding everything back onto the needle without twisting. I may grow braver as time goes on, but for the present I'm more tortoise and less hare.
I remain hesitant regarding claims that knitting is "the new yoga" (unlike yoga, it has done nothing for my midsection), but I will admit that it is drawing out of me reserves of patience and calm I never knew I had.
Mystery in Maine
Meanwhile, over at my sister's house it seems that tinking is also on the agenda. She also seems to have a fiber-obsessed poltergeist. That's what it looks like to me, anyhow. Do read it yourself and draw your own conclusions.