Scene: after dinner.
One hand holding an It’s It mini ice cream sandwich (with an oatmeal cookie! Healthy, right?), one hand texting a friend back, one hand trying to put puzzle pieces together without getting any ice cream on them.
When you’re doing the three-handed Mom special, you know the end of the germ is closer.
That and I supposedly got to the end of the cowl, weighed the last of the yarn, did the calculations, and decided I could play yarn chicken for a last half-repeat after all.
Maybe I should actually go finish that before I say that.