If possible, I feel worse than yesterday (yay), so we're stuck with a lame photo montage of almost nothing fiber related.
I played Civ IV and drank a shitload of tea. (Mostly decaf. The last day I drank all caffeine tea I made myself sick.)
Off to the right are my glasses, watch parts, and an inhaler. I'd say that neatly summarizes my life at the moment, all in one small photo.
I played magnetic dressup dolls with the Goob.
I'd gotten her some refrigerator magnets of Hello Kitty and some clothes, where you stuck clothes and hats on Hello Kitty and the Goober thought it was TOTALLY cool, so I got her this set of dolls and magnetic clothes from Melissa and Doug. It's been eight hours she's been playing with them, straight, so I'm calling it a win. Of course she's already lost one of the shoes. I'm trying not to think about it.
I spun about two yards of wool.
Maybe. At most. I treadled for about five minutes and started wheezing.
I made some chicken stock.
No idea what in hell I intend to do with it, but I roasted a chicken a couple days ago and my grandmothers would both come back to haunt me if I just THREW AWAY the carcass.
And I admired the watch parts that came in the mail, plotting just what to do with them.
There's another bag the same size/weight. I'm thinking I need to save a few and make earrings.
Now I'm gonna go strain chicken stock, rub my sorry torso with Vicks VapoRub, and pass out.
Thanks to everyone for bearing with me while I turn the blog into a piss-and-moan about how shitty I feel. (Boy, do I feel shitty.)