Today, in spite of all my lofty goals and really with no warning, I woke up sick.
My reaction time is freakishly slow. My muscles feel incapable of coordinated movement. My throat burns. It is all getting worse as the day goes on.
Too many late nights of late, and poor eating habits this week, but perhaps staying up to see the election results tipped the balance.
I don't even feel like knitting--my gauge is sure to suffer and I would make stupid mistakes only to have to frog later.
I was contemplating a little something on knitting and politics, but will have to save it. The dual-controlled heated matress pad is calling.