Blech

Hubster was on a business trip most of last week. It was unexpectedly chilly there (I had to overnight him his big puffy jacket, which must have exploded like an inflatable raft when he took it out of the box I squished that sucker into) and he got very little sleep. The day after he came home, he got all sicky. And you know what that means.

Yup! Now I'm all sicky, too. Unfortunately, I've still got some work to push through (stoopid need for food and shelter). After that, I'm going to fuse my ass to the couch with a blankie and my Firefly DVDs (man, I wish they had a "play all" function).

Somewhere in my flu-induced haze yesterday, I frogged those Horcrux Socks. Just wasn't feeling it. I think I'm going to go with the Ribbed Lace socks from SKS instead.

But, since I'm planning to zone out on Nyquil tonight, prolly won't be doing any knitting. Although, it might be kinda fun to see what comes off the needles when I'm all tingly. Or am confusing frogging crap with fun? Maybe I should go lie down...