The cold I caught on the 30th had grander aspirations than being a mere nuisance, and developed into a rip-roaring case of bronchitis. I’ve got a lovely assortment of modern prescription medicines at hand now, and the beast seems to be retreating, though I remain tired and my coughing fits send people running for cover.
With little energy for anything but sitting, that’s what I’ve been doing. I’ve had company most of the time – Amelia had been extra snuggly.
To keep me from going completely mad, I’ve been knitting as I sit. Knocked out a Hank Hat.
And a Gaptastic cowl (the pic is in progress, but the cowl is done now).
And I’m halfway through a pair of Fetching mitts (no pic yet). I am very tired of being sick; I’m restless and irritated and cranky. There are things I want to do, darnit!
My housemates are probably tired of it as well. They have to put up with me. 🙂