The satisfying click of needles when you finally cast-on after a long drought.
A second project, started when intricate lace was knit during first periods and taken back during first intermissions. It's hard to tell whether it was the games or the mistakes that affected my language more. "He shoots, and it goes wide. There's a penalty coming up..." and I have lost my place for the fourteen hundredth time in the last twenty minutes.
Tomatoes. I have zero luck with gardening. Gardening requires you to run on the garden's schedule. You can't put it aside until inspiration strikes or you find the right shade of yarn. You can't say, It can wait until next week. But I am hopeful. See - they're 4 inches high and I haven't killed them yet. :-D [Insert tiny, quiet 'yay' that couldn't possibly court contempt from the gardening spirits here.]