The past two weekends have been spent entirely indoors: last weekend as caretaker, this weekend as caretakee. My temperature has finally dropped below 102 (where it held steady for four long, long days) and I had the tiniest bit of appetite today. I'm still cooped up, because it's cold enough outside to trigger some pretty spectacular coughing fits. So baby steps, I suppose.
I'm camped out at the boy's place right now, where there's more distraction (mmm, caaaable) than at my place. I've got a stack of comic books, some popsicles, high-speed internet connection, 70+ channels of brain-sucking goodness and a bag full of yarn. Life's pretty good now.
The baby sweater fell victim to holiday knitting ennui. It's finally done now, though, which is a good thing, since the baby was born three weeks ahead of schedule (but since she just cracked the six pound mark, I'm not too worried). And a pair of fingerless mitts are done, too. There would be pictures, but both finished objects and my camera are across town, and I'm not moving from my warm, electronically-enhanced nest. So there will be pictures. Just not today.