Friday morning I woke up with a throbbing head and sore throat and felt like I'd been hit by a truck. This is the first cold I've had in more than two years and I guess there couldn't be a better time to get sick. The pressures temporarily off for the move and Quilt Festival is still a week away, so I should have a bit of immunity against getting sick then and have my energy restored.
In the mean time, I have enjoyed long hot baths during the day and hot toddies at night, and an excuse to sit on the couch with some knitting, my computer and a snoozing dog.





