No clever title here; too tired

This is the sleeve to a sweater I'm knitting these days. It's out of Blackwater Abbey, in kind of an orangey-rust color, which isn't showing up quite right in the photo. It's great yarn, although it's a two-ply and is prone to split some. I'm using an Addi Turbo for it right now, and I think I'll go back to the yarn store (darn!) and see if I can get one of the Addi Natura needles instead. I think the cables will be less slippery to manage.
I tried one yarn shop near my office today, but they were backordered on the size I needed. Got the Fool an extra Addi 1, because he managed to nick a cable with scissors several months ago and the stitches are catching. I also fondled some sock yarn, but such is my devotion to this sweater that I didn't even waver. The shop's dog was scampering around - a miniature Italian greyhound in a corduroy coat (it's cold here). He hopped up on a chair and when I bent over to say hello, he sniffed me delicately with his very, very pointy nose.
I started the body of the sweater a couple weeks ago, while we were on our Missouri tour. It's hard going, because it's 322 stitches, and those go slowly. I'll put up a picture when there's more progress to report.
It's been a rough week so far. My dad is not in good health and went into the hospital. He's 80, so many problems that I would find inconsequential are much more serious at his age. I'm very worried about him, so I go and sit next to his bed while he sleeps and knit. All the nurses ask me about it. I tell them it's like fidgeting, but at the end, I get a sweater. It's probably just as well he's not very aware of what I'm doing; I caught sight of myself in the mirror in the ladies' room, and I look downright Eeyore-like, a mopey red-eyed owl clutching her knitting.
When I got home, Spoot walked around howling at me until I picked her up and petted her and we both felt a little better.