Been a bit quite around here. I didn’t want to get into a ‘feeling so sorry for myself, stuck on my back in bed’ thing.
So when I felt it coming on yesterday, I kept my mouth shut. The rest of the day I listened to the storms roll on through.
And I knitted. One and half baby sweaters. Some rows on that bed throw that won’t get itself done. (Too large and time consuming to want to spend hour after hour at it.) Some rows on a baby blanket. Started another grownup size sweater. And made a pair of mittens.
Not bad for a two day slouch-a-bed. Back to feeling ‘life is good no matter where you are, because it could be worse.’
Thanks for the get well wishes.