First it felled the boys. Then their mother, then mine. Now, I have the Baby Plague. I don't really feel sick, per se -- I've got a runny nose and the naturally accompanying headache, and a sore throat from the drainage, but I've felt worse before. The only real distraction is that I am exhausted. It's as if I'm wearing a lead vest. And have a lead ball and chain around both ankles. I even took a two hour nap today, and I'm still ready to go to bed early. Baby Plague!
I haven't even been able to knit. That should tell you right there how bad this crap is.
In other news, I haven't been doing anything. I've been slightly tired for the past week and a half (sickening for the BP?) but the past two days have been terrible in terms of tired. I haven't been able to read anything of content (although I'm not sick enough to be unable to read Pratchett -- that would be a very bad sign, were it the case) or even knit. Which is sad, as I've also been unable to walk around a lot or do anything physical, so I've had the sitting down time. Still and all, if you're making mistakes knitting in stockinette:
Maybe by Sunday I'll be in better fettle and able to knit during the Super Bowl. I won't be attending any parties, but I enjoy watching the game. I like football. And the commercials should be amusing.
I hope so, anyway. My shawl isn't knitting itself, the Nieceling's Summer Vacation scarf isn't going on and I'm thinking of starting up a blanket knit along with a Sherlock theme. I need to get cracking!