On the other side of the pestilence that rocked this house, I find myself doing odd things. For example, I constantly think that I hear a baby crying. In the shower, while I am doing laundry, sleeping… and I find myself straining to hear if it is the baby that has been crying for the last 7 days. She’s better now, but I still hear her crying.
I find myself washing my hands so frequently that they are starting to bleed. That can’t be good.
And, I find myself worrying, waiting for another bout of this to hit at any time and wipe all of us off the planet.
Maybe a little extreme, but trust me, this thing hit fast and hard and left foul smelling people in it’s wake.
In lighter news, in case you think that no knitting was done since my last real post, I have a picture of the simple rib scarf in some of the softest wool known to man knitters everywhere.
p.s. I think the comments is fixed. Thanks all for letting me know about the problem.