I'm feeling better, but I'm not quite better yet. Everything has settled in my chest. Which, I'm thinking, is even more unpleasant. I sound terrible, but it has not evoked much sympathy from the hubby.
On the knitting front:
No, I have not forgotten about the promised bag pattern. I just need to find my notes first. Also I'm trying to remember where I got the handles, because they seem to be an odd size.
I have started a sock, but it is not the spiral pair. It's a pair I have promised to my mother.
I'm making baby bonnets for a double baptism we will be attending on the 5th.
I'm finishing up my little red top.
In other news:
My father-in-law is coming Friday. My Mother-in-law on Sunday. Sunday I will hosting over a dozen people for an early Memorial day cookout.
I have not cleaned...
I have not grocery-shopped...
I have not done laundry...
...in over a week. If I were not still hacking up gross and nasty things, I would be panicking and frantically cleaning. Too bad I'm have also not had any help. Eh, I'm too sick to even be bitter.
Wish me luck. I'll need it.