I keep thinking every day that I’ll be well enough to go to work. But then the symptoms start — headache, queasiness, light sensitivity. Yikes, I’m a walking symptom catcher.
I’m doing a bit better today, and hope to get actual work done for change, right here at home.
And there’s nothing on the needles. How sad is that? I have nothing that is inspiring me. Losing the knitting mojo too? Gotta fix that too.