Crochet Marathon?

A simple hobby has been molded into a side business and wouldn’t you know it, those customers I’ve been hoping for for years now finally looked my way. Mid flare, mid move, mid existential crisis. Not only do I not have the spoons for yarn or monkeys, I don’t have the spoons for moving. I can’t find the spoons to pay attention to the latest novel of a series I’m invested in. I hardly have the gumption to whine about my lack of gumption. Fuck.