I can always gauge just how ill I am by how appealing (or otherwise) knitting is to me. I've done about 4 rows in the last 2 days. My angelic witchlet has been behaving admirably, entertaining herself while her mother lies like a vegetable on the couch. I did make it to the shops yesterday afternoon (driving very slowly through the back streets) to get her a barbecued chicken as a treat.
This bug has cramped my style in the following ways:
- I couldn't get to Tina and Tim's wedding. :(
- I've been unable to venture out to get the brushes I need to practice my face-painting skills
- I've had my poor kid trapped in the house all weekend
- Knitting slump! I'm seriously behind on one of my projects.
I'm hoping I'll be better tomorrow so I can visit my sister and my dear nephews. I'm sure they will be terribly excited to have their aunt paint on their little cherub faces, even if it's not up to scratch.
Here's to tomorrow and being on a more even keel.