Because I missed you. I've been sick with the flu for a LONG time. I suppose I can be blamed for the longevity of my illness because I didn't take it seriously at first. I had a non-Wiksten deadline and worked through the sickness, wrapped in an electric blanket, until the project was done. Then I collapsed into bed and slept for a few days. My cat Sophia was by my side the entire time, sleeping in my sick bed with me. She is pure goodness personified. (Or cat-ified?) Although I'm sure if I died and there was no one to feed her, she wouldn't hesitate to eat my face when confronted with starvation. I mean, she is an animal after all. But she's still my mascot for all that is good in the world. Poor Joe was so sweet too, running out at one in the morning to get me a humidifier and some Vick's vapor rub and tolerating my weepiness at feeling so crappy.
After I felt well enough to stop sleeping and sit up, I worked on my second crocheted animal from the Camilla Engman pattern while watching dvd's. Fortuitously, my brother had lent me his dvd case a few weeks earlier, so I was able to watch seasons one through nine of Seinfeld and almost all of Curb Your Enthusiasm. I made my second creature a girl bear this time, changing the pattern to make the face part a little smaller and flatter. I tried to make it baby-safe by sewing on brown wool felt eyes instead of plastic, but then I messed up by adding buttons down the front. I couldn't help it, because they matched the edges of the ribbon and looked too cute. I swear, one of these days I will make an acceptable baby gift.
Then, still sick and dying of boredom, I went back to work sewing. After finishing some work, I had to mail the packages, but I didn't have a car. So I bundled up as much as I could, and steeled myself to bike to my friendly neighborhood post office. It was kind of fun at first. I was tough! In charge! Ready for anything! It was a journey, and I was a secret agent with an important government package. My mission was to deliver it without dying. (Oh, did I forget to mention to you that I have the mind of a six-year-old?) I had to stop every few blocks to blow my nose and catch my breath, but I did it. When I got home, I collapsed on the couch and slept for another couple of days.
So that's what I've been doing since you last heard from me. I'm feeling 95% better now and am fully back in action. I'm just so glad Joe didn't catch this thing. I hope you all stay healthy!
