I could knit. Or read. Or write. Or knit and read and write. Not all at the same time. Wish I could -- that would be brilliant.
Sorry, I'm blithering, I know. It's just weird -- I've had eight solid months of either dealing with cancer treatment and its side effects, or trying to catch up on urgent household, school, etc. stuff that we'd gotten behind on, due to the cancer treatment (like grocery shopping).
It's just weird to be a) healthy, and b) caught up. I'm sure I'll adapt.