In fact practically no knitting occurred during the entire week. There was even a dearth of airplane knitting.
Somehow, once I left Dutchess County behind, I found that I had left my knitting spirit as well. Not that this was a bad thing. I was desperate to sew, desperate to reflect and reconnect with some part of myself that I thought I had lost, desperate to talk and sleep, eat and drink, spend time with friends and indulge in other creative outlets of the non-yarn variety. All of those goals were met. I sewed, often late into the night.
I read more than I have for some time, mostly authors I had never read before with two exceptions (one book a pure pleasure reread), some good books, so fun entertaining books, at least one awful book, but I enjoyed the pure indulgent pleasure of curling up late at night, alone, or even isolating myself on the airplane, with only the words on the page to keep my company and my own ruminations.
In fact I only resumed knitting when I ran out of books on the flight home. After a delayed landing in Atlanta, and only 20 minutes between when flight one arrived at the gate and flight two was scheduled to depart, there was no time to seek out further reading matter. I was forced to knit. By then I was ready.
The final sleeve has barely been begun, but now that I am more settled in myself, it shall not take long. In fact it is time to settle in my comfy chair with Passel and a glass of wine: whether this is the most productive way to spend knitting time is yet to be determined, but all the ingredients for a pleasant evening are at hand.