Along with the sniffing, snorting, and sneezing, I have now added a cough that sounds like I've been chewing gravel.
So this is all I've managed to stitch in two days, which includes a day that presented a Pride and Prejudice marathon with the swoon-worthy Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy. This would ordinarily be primo stitching time--not so much, currently.
I have decided not to worry about it. Until this thing runs its course--in three to six more days for a typical rhinovirus--I am just going to sit in the corner and gulp down gallons of OJ and chicken soup. If I drop from sight for awhile, it's because my needle is idle.
One last whine: I've had major surgery that hasn't interfered with plying my needle, so why has a little thing like a cold knocked me down!?!?!!!!