Ok. I was home sick. After a morning of sleep, I thought "Hey! I could sit here and knit in absolute peace and quiet. I can make some progress on my lace and not have to worry a bit about distractions."
I thought I was sumpin', let me tell you! Uninterrupted time to knit without feeling guilty! Unheard of!
Until I picked up my knitting. I had knit about 8 stitches when I knew something was wrong. I was off. So I tinked back a row, counted, and everything looked fine. Then I knit it again, and I came up with the wrong number of stitches. I did this several times. Always the wrong number of stitches.
Finally, at 9 p.m., as my head was about to explode, I ended the row and had exactly the right number of stitches! I was ecstatic! I really had been working on this for hours! So I decided to knit the next row so I could go to bed knowing I had made at least some progress today.
Half way through the row I realized that I had forgotten the requisite purl (ws) row and would have to tink back. &#%$!