How many times can I use "week" in a sentence?

I just got some free All Seasons yarn when I subscribed to Rowan, and it's calling to me. It wants to be a sock. The question is what kind of sock? I want to enable the yarn to reach its full potential. I'm not even sure this kind of yarn is right for socks. It seems a little thick.

I have become fascinated in my head with sock knitting but I haven't actually knit one yet. And as usual I want to jump into the deep end of the pool. I'm trying hard not to buy Cat Bordhi's New Pathways book, but I think my gotta-have-it-now-inner-four-year-old might win this battle. I'm thinking it will make knitting seem new again. And I've always enjoyed puzzles and math (specifically math puzzles).

I haven't knit in over a month. I just haven't wanted to. I think it's been a side effect of a too-long winter. More than a month of gray skies and snow forecasts make me want to hibernate. The weather has improved during the week for several weeks (until a couple of weeks ago) just to bring surprise cold fronts with flurries over the weekends. But the sun is finally showing her face again, and I'm starting to feel rejuvenated. I'm feeling the knitting urge again. The first project of spring will either be socks or a cardigan from the new IK. I have yarn ordered for the latter.

And I'll have plenty of time to knit soon. Well, five days, but that's a long stretch of time for my short attention span. I'm having gall bladder surgery in a couple of weeks. That so sounds like something you expect your grandmother to say. The pain that I've been attributing to too-tight underwire isn't the fault of my bra afterall. I'm relieved. I'm just not ready to wear those ugly Playtex all white, thick elastic, seamed Jane Whatserface bras yet. I mean, now that I finally have breasts I want to keep them wrapped with something passably pretty.

Anyway, I'm deluding myself that the surgery will remove an unwanted 20 or so pounds from my torso. That would have to be some big gall bladder. I know I will wake up to the truth and be very disappointed, torso still intact but a little punctured, but there will be good drugs to temper my disappointment with.

I also have 10, yes 10!, new paranormal romance paperbacks to read while on gall bladder hiatus. God, that's so embarrassing. But they are really fun! I don't buy the ones with the supposedly hunky guys (usually with a mullet) on the cover. I just can't get all dreamy about paranormal beings. Hell, I just can't get all dreamy and sappy about romance books period. Harry Potter book? No problem. Why do I think that's any better? But if a book cover is illustrated in a fun chicklit kinda way, I'm there. If only I could knit one-handed and hold the book with the other. Maybe a nurse or a candystriper will hold the book for me if I let him/her read over my shoulder. Right.

Note to Self: No trying to knit a Cat Bordhi sock while on good gall bladder surgery drugs. Talk about knitting new pathways!