Honest, I’m on day 4 of this and I am wondering if a guillotine might not be a bad idea. I usually pick up some kind of nasal bug when I fly, but this trip provided me with a slap-you-down, humdinger of a head cold. I’ve been in my bathrobe and jammies for 3 days – even good, hot, steamy showers don’t seem to be able to clear up the congestion.
Logically, this would be a good time to get some sewing done, right? Wrong. The Porsche needle clamp screw for my sewing machine is evidently somewhere in deepest South America as it is still on backorder status. (My head is in no condition to be operating machinery anyway, so that is probably a good thing.) A little hand sewing maybe? Don’t think so, the results would reveal a heavy Sudafed-esque influence. So what can I do? I think I’ll try my hand at some yoyo’s. I need some for the kitchen Saito wall hanging. On second thought, no one should be cutting up expensive Japanese fabric when they can’t manage to walk down the hallway without bumping into the walls. (My stuffed up ears are messing with my balance, man.) Maybe I’ll plant myself in a comfortable chair and watch a movie – or maybe I’ll just go back to bed. I hate this.
Okay, now the Whiner Police are here and they are making me stop. Whatever.