Sick and listening to The Judds

I'm sick. I've been sick all week.  I've missed an entire work week.  To be fair, I did go into work for a whole 2 hours this morning before calling it quits.  My voice is almost gone, and I still have a nasty dry cough.  I keep thinking about The Little Mermaid.  Not that I constantly compare myself to Ariel or anything, but remember when she trades her voice and mermaid flipper for legs?  Yeah, me too.

I watched more movies and slept more this week than I have in ages.  The Redbox needs to get some new material already.  Nobody wants to watch The Game anymore.  The last two days I was able to actually sit-up in bed and do a little bit of knitting while I watched movies.

The wet dolphin sweater is coming along nicely.  I finished up a couple of other projects that were just sitting around.

I call this project, "It's very difficult to keep the line between the past and present."  It will always be the scarf I knit when I went back to Minnesota for my grandmother's funeral.  Some people might find that macabre, but I find it really comforting.

I also finished a cabled-cowl that I started in early spring.  It'll be ready come fall/winter.

Cabled-cowl closeup. 

I also finished my Icelandic couch blanket...but that will be for another post.  It's that monumental!

Baby just me and you, rockin' with the rhythm of the rain...

Typhoid Mary.

Tomorrow is St. Valentine's Day, and I don't feel good again.  I was sick earlier last week, got better for a few days, and now I'm sick again.

I'll leave you with this:

I saw a little birdie,
I named him enza.
I opened the window,
And influenza.

Sigh.

saltines and 7-Up are played out.

Remember when I said I thought I was done being sick? Well, I ended up getting re-sick...or maybe it's not re-sick when you contract a different illness while recovering from the original illness. I'm not sure how that all works, but let me tell you, it's no fun having two unrelated viruses in your body, each intent on doing its own virus thing. At least, I hope they're unrelated. I suppose I could be Patient Zero for some new and terrible super-virus, but I certainly hope not.


I think I'm mostly better tonight. I made and ate some soup. I took a shower. I did the dishes. Those are the sorts of things you do when you're on the mend, right? You crawl out of bed, and take control of housework, and do something about the creature that your hair has become.


Yes. So, check. Check, check. 


I let all my projects lie fallow while I was under the weather--figuring that it was probably a good idea not to put my Typhoid Mary hands all over something I planned to give as a gift. It seemed like the responsible thing to do. The result is that my hands have been largely unoccupied for the past four days, and I feel like I have a bit of catching up.


Here's a hat that I finished pre-illness(es). I've dubbed it the Copycat Hat because Catherine was the first Nicolai to make this hat (for her trip to Iceland), and I'm following in her knitted footsteps. And I've realized that it really is quite difficult to get a decent picture of yourself wearing a hat when you live alone. Doubt me? Try taking a picture of the back of your head. Not exactly easy.

The name of the hat pattern is Nehalem Hat (AC308) by Oat Couture. You can probably find the pattern at your local yarn shop. Catherine found hers at Canvas Works in Olympia, Wa. Other details? I knitted my hat with Mirasol's Miski yarn in jade, and it only took a couple of days. It's a pretty simple project. Knit on!