A nagging bug has been flirting with me for a while now, but I was fighting the good fight to ward it off. At some point last week I lost the battle. Over the weekend I surrendered and gave in to the worst cold I've had in a long time.
I often rate the severity of a cold by how it affects my knitting. If it confines me to the couch and I can still knit, it's not so bad. I consider that bonus knitting time. If it confines me to the couch and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open, it's bad. That means all I can do is think about knitting and nothing is actually getting done.
I was almost on the bad end of the spectrum this weekend. I sent my daughter to the store, and she came back with cold medicine for my severe, multi-symptom condition. Normally I'm reluctant to take anything heavy duty for a cold, and my daughter knows this. She stood over me and refused to leave until I had swallowed a couple horse pills.
Over the weekend I let go of any thoughts of cooking, cleaning or holiday prep, and today I'm still on the mend. The pills allowed me to function at a low level of activity, and I did get a little knitting done.
Cables are not my preferred project when I'm sick, but believe it or not I didn't have anything else on the needles. And I wasn't in any condition to start something new.
My to-do list for the week is looming large. Maybe I'll knit a few rounds while I ponder my strategy for catching up.