etc.

Last night I dreamed that my sister moved to India and that I was so mad at the mister that I made him move out of the house. Both dreams, one hopes, were the result of being hopped up on cold meds and high-potency vitamins. I hate being sick. It feels like I am sick an awful lot lately, one of the perils of working public service in a high-traffic library, I suppose. Occupational hazard.

Due to the high ick level around here, I have done no sewing. None. At all. I’m having sewing-machine day-dreams and some low-level stress over sewing-related deadlines. I did manage to whip through a pair of these in some lovely green variegated merino (of unknown provenance; I picked up a few balls of it from a farm stall at a knitting festival last year, wish I had kept the receipt), and I finished reading that book by a former classmate that I mentioned a couple of weeks ago. It was good, I commend it to you.