Focus? What's that?

Maybe it's spring arriving (the tree outside my front door is trying to bud, the silly thing), but Saturday I found myself having trouble sticking with any one project for more than a few rows, especially anything that required thinking. So, instead of making myself crazy (okay, crazier), I went stash-diving and uncovered a trove of worsted weight cotton. Hm. Facecloths are mindless! I'm having second thoughts about inflicting these two washcloths on innocent catastrophe victims, as they were knitted under the influence of an all-day marathon of Monty Python's Flying Circus. On the other hand, they just might bring their recipients some laughter in the middle of a bad situation.

Pay no attention to the crazy lady with the pointed sticks . . .