I've painted myself in a corner. I absolutely must go to school tomorrow. Only 3 more days of each class left. Yesterday afternoon I was feeling sorry for myself and depressed and in hibernation mode. But it was looking up.

Only one problem. I had a tickle in my throat. A little hoarseness. And now.

Fast moving black death. I swear I hate colds like you would not believe. They don't just come on slowly with me. You know, a sniffle hear, a cough there, and after a week or so you're hacking. OH NO. It's a tickle in the morning, hoarse by evening, and then somewhere in the middle of the night you feel like death warmed over.

I took Foxy to bed last night and was happy. He's still nice and warm (pictures to come) but god I feel awful. I can breathe through my nose just fine by my throat is so inflamed it's causing me breathing problems. I feel like swearing in my creaky-ass voice. But can't be bothered.

Also, Megan must have gotten up to go potty awhile ago cuz her bedtime cd is on again and it's about 45 minutes through. "How The Leopard Got His Spots" from Rudyard Kipling's "Just So Stories." I really need to burn the second disc, I know all of this one by heart.

ttyl

ooooh. knitting. I'm 1/2 through a pair of fingerless mitts from Weekend Knitting in some Lana's Laces Worsted (I think) that I got in a swap. The finished mitt is lovely and I never get tired of looking at a properly knitted garter stitch. This after years of poorly knitted garter stitch... on my part. When you don't have rowing out and the tension is all even and stuff... it's like magic. You start to think, "hey yeah. this knitting thing is awesome" I've only been knitting for 13-14 years... but I think I am finally getting to where my knitting is really pretty.