Last week I worked long hours and six days, so not much handwork got done. I came down with a cold (just before the conference at week's end). What I did got done Sunday and Monday (I stayed home to nurse my cold; it's settled in my chest for now).
I also knit several rows on my lace shawl but it just looks like a tangled pile of wool. It struck me how much an act of faith knitting a lace shawl really is. You can't see what you've done until it's all completed, bound off and blocked. Until then you just have to trust. I can see the individual stitches and I count each section between markers on each row to catch any mistakes, but beyond that, I don't really know how I'm doing.
My sister-in-law (the knitter in a recent post) is knitting this pattern, too. Without markers or lifelines and in a more difficult (harder to see the individual stitches) yarn. There's always something to aspire to.