That was a lot more hands than I expected.
I am sicker than a you know what with the flu. Fever, cough, body aches, tummy upset...in short...I am a crockpot full of medium hot mess.
It was to be expected, I suppose. Between seventy degree temperature swings and the fact that I go sit in a freakin petri dish full of germs three days a week, it was bound to happen. My tech was so sick on Friday she could barely stand up, and at least five of my pod mates have been in the hospital with it.
As soon as I can stand, I am going to don a surgical mask and head to the drugstore for industrial strength meds and some more Vic's vapo rub. I slathered myself up like a glazed ham for bed last night and used the remainder of the emergency jar I had stashed in the back of the bathroom cabinet.
But I did want to tell you that I am as sick and tired of my soap opera as I'm sure you are. I was watching Outlander last night and hollered (croaked) at the TeeVee: "Oh my God! Can you people just sit and read a book or something? How much more drama can one time-traveling WWII British Army nurse and an eighteenth century Scottish highlander get in to?!"
So I'm going to aim for less drama and more stitching. I can't make any promises, but we'll see how it goes.
Happy Thursday, Dearies! Do something drama free and come tell me all about it!