Skipped last night's knitting update, too because I didn't do any. The YMCA workout in the morning just flattened me for the rest of the day. I choose to believe that if I keep at it, the stamina will develop and exercise won't wipe me out like that forever.
To make up for the dearth of activity, here's a picture of Adams, thinking he's found the perfect hiding spot:
Times like those always make me wish I could read their minds.