A knitless flight

I've just arrived in the Netherlands, where I am spending a week with some of my half-Dutch husband's nine million (okay, maybe not that many) relatives. I packed a new knitting project to bring with me, one that uses a fairly fine yarn and fits nicely into a small bag. My goal was to get lots of knitting done on the nearly seven-hour flight, but two things got in my way. (1) I was hit by my first-ever case of food poisoning on Saturday night and am still in the middle of it, so I'm feeling pretty terrible. And (2) I underestimated how demanding (not in a bad way, but in a to-be-expected-from-a-one-year-old way) my daughter would be during the flight. Hard to believe but true: I actually spent about seven hours straight doing nothing much at all. Thank goodness that's over!