The Germy Hand of Fate

By all rights, I should be in Atlanta right now, knitting and shopping my way through Stitches South.  Instead, I am home sick with some sort of beastly sinus/flu thing.  Sore and clogged throat, stopped-up nose, headache, fever, arms that feel like dead weight. . .

I blame my son for getting me sick and his girlfriend for getting him sick.

Fin.  ('Cause my arms are tired from typing just this much.)


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