I don't know what it is about having a cold that makes me want to write, but here I am again. Not knowing or caring if anyone reads this; it's more like an extension of or an explanation for the pictures that I post elsewhere... more of a journal than blog, really.
Last night, I made 6 sets of 12mm Czech glass star stitch markers. I was just about to start the sets of smaller stars, when the power went out on our entire block for about a 30 minutes. Since our furnace isn't fit to use, we had the space heater and my stitch marker supplies set up in J's room where his computer would also help generate heat. Not having heat or power sort of snapped me out of denial, and when the power came back on I submitted to my uncontrollable cough. Also, Graffiti the Cat had pinned me down for heat, so continuing my work on these stitch markers was out of the question.
Now it's the next day - the day after Christmas. I'm still on this hard futon in the spare room. My leg is asleep, my nose is runny, my cough hurts, but I don't think it'll get much worse. At least I can breath.
