Nope Still Sick

The dude stayed home from work today to make sure I was okay. As he was leaving yesterday I was coughing up a lung and coughed up other um...effluvia of the gastrointestinal sort. He had a meeting to attend so he couldn't just stay. By 4:00 I was feeling better. And then at bedtime, feeling like hot crap again. The dude hasn't been terribly well either and the walk to work wears him out. Then he has to come home and walk the dog, poor thing. All that to tell you I haven't had a chance to get on the computer today because he was working from home and hogging it.

Instead of getting sucked into the computer, I stitched on Brett's Stocking and finished nearly the whole thing. Unfortunately, it turns out I am missing one color. Someday I'll be well enough to go get it and the stocking will be well and truly finished. And then I'll show you a new photo.

When the dude's not here, Stella doesn't much like me stitching. She likes to nip at the fabric, I may have told you that already because I am losing my mind with the racking coughs, fever, nose-blowing, and other things you don't want to hear about. So anyway, I smartened up and got out my jewelry stuff and finished this necklace I started ages ago.

It's my version of a necklace that was on the cover of Stringing. I like the technique of bending a metal charm to hold a donut or other bead. I'll definitely do something like that again.

I'm sure you'd love to hear news of Stella. Turns out she's been sandbagging us. We've been throwing a ball like idiots out back for her to chase. Turns out she knows fetch. You just have to use a stick. (I know sticks are bad and we're going to get a more appropriate substitute when we make the bi-weekly trip to PetSmart.) She also is an animal pornographer. Witness:

These are two of her toys that she arranged. I came upon the monkey in the throes of ecstasy and was just as shocked as you are. Of course this was Sunday when they were fresh. Monkey is now a quadriplegic. Ostrich well, this is the third ostrich since we got Stella (just over a month), she doesn't have long.

Back to my sick bed. And maybe some stitching on Anna's Stocking. Depends on how my pornographer dog feels.

Me Again

Lest you think this whole blog will eventually be written by others, I've shown up. Boy does it suck to be me right now. I am sick. It's the flu and I wonder what the threshold is before I call the doctor with this. Three days? Fever of xxx?

Last weekend the dude and I headed down to the greater DC area to see bestpal and got to visit with CinDC and some other readers. It was quite nice: beautiful weather, good food, good friends and fabulous conversation when you could hear it above the ruckus being raised by adorable infants and toddlers. We talked stitching for about five minutes because I'm the only one picking up a needle with regularity.

And I'm sure you've witnessed how irregular that has been lately. It turns out this dog is kind of a lot of work. And she sucks the energy out of me by rising between 5:15 and 5:30 and whine-barking. Then she pees, eats, and goes right back to sleep until about three. Ah, good times. She won't be a baby forever...

Even so, I have managed to stitch some on Brett's stocking. This is what it used to look like.

Christmas Countdown

This is Brett's Stocking for my BIL.

I didn't do much stitching today. It was time for the biennial colonoscopy. Things aren't great in there, but I could have told them that just from the end user experience, if you will. I know, you come here for the stitching, not the poop talk.

Still, if you're over 50, you should be experiencing this every ten years. You can handle that. The prep is worse than the actual event. The prep keeps changing, since I had my first one ten years ago. In some ways it's easier. In some ways, there's much more vomiting.

Anyway, the dude has been taking good care of me, and has been listening to me list all the different foods I craved, especially yesterday. I don't do well with a liquid diet. I'm back on solids... and lovin' every minute of it.

More stitching soon.