Whoops! Looks like I missed a few days there. Lest you think I was sitting here sulking over my lost Follower, let me inform you that this past weekend has been beautiful - paradisical, actually, with sunny, bright blue skies and low humidity - birds singing, leaves greening, the whole spring thing happening. There was no way in weather such as this that anyone could sit inside and blog.
In addition, approximately 67 festivals, market faires (of the "ye olde" variety), air shows, etc., were held in our general vicinity over the past 2 days. They all promised fun times in the friendly, not-yet-humid, not-yet-mosquito-ridden out of doors.
Unfortunately, I missed all that. I spent Saturday and Sunday lying in bed, dozing in and out of freaky nightmares, occasionally waking long enough to drag my sorry self downstairs to sip some flat ginger ale and munch on pretzels. During the few wakeful hours that I propped myself up on the couch, I figured out the toe-up cast-on for 2-at-a-time socks. I also whiled away these waking hours ruminating on the regrettable fact that I was the first one in the family to get this particular stomach virus. Those familiar with the Machiavellian calculus intrinsic to marriage and child rearing know what that means - I am now responsible for cleaning up any kid vomit that occurs this week, in order to protect the ostensibly virus-free person of my beloved.
So much for spring. It sure looks nice out there, though. Now, if you'll excuse me, typing this was exhausting. I'm going to bed.
[Tree photo credit: PictureZone]
[Ginger ale photo credit: Jen On The Edge]