felled

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. 

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[Anna]

Sorry you have been felled. Get better soon.