They always joked it would happen when I was taking things like trigonometry and calculus in high school. I was going to get so used to working limits and imaginary numbers that I was going to have to write long, complicated equations across the walls of the school when someone asked me “2+2”. I don’t do any of that higher math now, but somehow I still cannot count correctly.
Or maybe I can. I’m not sure. Because working on this particular piece, I am way off in some places and then miraculously get back on track within the next row. I have no clue what I am doing, but it is apparently evening out. I am also so ready to be done with this piece. Which is good, since I need to get it in the mail… oh, yesterday. Too bad I’m not actually anywhere close to being done. (Though I am much closer than I was in that picture.)