Convalescence

I really can't believe how much the pneumonia has kicked my ass. On Saturday, I spent a couple hours sitting at Third Place Books, and then went out to dinner, and bam - I had to sleep nearly all of Sunday to recover.

I think I am recovering, though. I don't hear the bubbly sounds in my lungs when I breathe anymore, and last night I made it out to PurlyGirls. I made some good progress on the second yellow sock (which Adam will not be wearing cross-gartered), and showed off the all-finished-but-for-the-button pink stripey bag that I haven't taken a picture of yet. Suggestions were offered to close up the top a bit, since it felted quite a bit more up-and-down-wise than around-wise. Counter-proposals were submitted, wherein I only use it to carry several baguettes.

Photos someday soon, really.