I’m sick. I’ve got this dizzy, foggy head thing, my eyes are really sensitive to light, my body hurts, my tummy hates me. Above all, though, I’ve got this ridiculous old man hacking cough that rips my throat apart. It hit me Thursday night, I was in denial till Friday afternoon. I let it really hit me Saturday morning, and I’ve been pretty much bedridden since.
Which means I’ve gotten a lot of knitting done!

Top Down Socks
I finished my socks using the yarn that promises one pair from one skein. I will easily get another sock from what is left of the skein, it is huge! I like how this knit up, the colors are really silly but they make a cute pattern. The knitting pattern, though, was bullshit. For example, they wanted you to bind off the toe, then seam it. GAH.

Back of Summer Sweater
I knit myself right out of yarn for my Summer Sweater. I just love knitting that pattern. It helped me concentrate on yarn overs instead of how it hurts to look more than 30 degrees to the right.

My First Sweater Pattern
I really didn’t feel like starting that second sock, so the next logical option would naturally be to start writing my first sweater pattern. I’m trying to write that knitting for less pattern book, and I figure it has to have a couple easily adjustable sweater patterns, at least a pullover and a cardigan. Here is the pullover. I might wake up from my final fever coma tomorrow and read over the notes I’ve been jotting down as I’m knitting this only to realize I’ve been writing in Greek, and I don’t even know Greek. It looks like English now but I slept through Before Sunset last night when I thought I just blinked, so for all I know I could be writing a pattern for a hat for Paul Bunyan. Is that marketable?

Sick People Food
PT has been taking very good care of me. He came home with two half gallons of ice cream, a huge bag of lemon mint Ricolas, took me to Handlebar, and for dinner tonight we made this amazing pea and radish risotto.

Pudge Rodriguez - Bare Belly Post Snipping
Pudge has not been being nice to me, however. This is her impression of me this weekend. Who does impressions of sick people? That is just rude.
Back to Hell’s Kitchen, my bed, and my Paul Bunyan hat.

























