I went to the local arts center this evening to hear an author speak. I enjoy going to these talks, whenever time permits. I usually bring along a mindless knitting project, often the cuff or instep of a sock, something that I can work on without thinking about as I listen to the author.

This evening, I brought nothing with me. My latest sock is waiting for me to kitchener stitch the toe together, and I have not yet cast on a new one. So, I sat that with my hands doing nothing. I sat simply listening, watching, laughing.

It felt strangely decadent.