One of many peculiar things about me is that I cannot drink milk when I have a sore throat. It just tastes funny. Friday morning, I poured myself a glass of milk, took one sip and thought, "UH-OH."
My throat is disgustingly sore and gunky, my nose is stopped up, my head is pounding, going double-time when I cough (which is often.)
Nominations for Knitters' Hunk and Knitters' Chick open one week from today. Spread the word if you'd like --- on your own blogs, on Ravelry. . . Wherever seems appropriate.
The Fedora of Fate* awaits.
*Actual Fedora of Fate not pictured; I don't feel like getting up and finding a camera.