Okay, even if you’re not sick, go read those comments from my last post. They will make you want to get on the couch and Be Comforted. Seriously, just reading them warms my heart. For a moment I forgot I wasn’t the sick one. Lala is. But she’s much better now, thanks for the good thoughts.
Me, I’m going into Alleve territory, and girls, I think you know what I mean. Only naproxen helps, and unfortunately, driving to work, I realized I had forgotten to bring ANY ONE of the no less than five bottles in our medicine cabinet. This is why we have so many bottles — I always forget to bring them when I need them. I pulled over at the Sevey (7-Eleven) and bought another seventy-three dollar (or thereabouts) emergency bottle. Gonna be a long night.
But I’m now prepared. One of the good things about working 911 on midnight shift is sometimes you’re fully staffed and it’s slow. Which means you get to knit. I’ve been knitting up a storm, yo. I’m about to finish another Debbie Bliss Lara (with yarn from Venice), and I’ve finished the second green cardie this month (will show you soon) and I finished earlier this week a red silk/cashmere (Karabella) stole for my sister who’s going to be a maid-of-honor and therefore needs something gorgeous for her pain. I mean, really. We chose to have no one stand up with us when we got married, because I didn’t want the Drama of the Bridesmaid’s Dress. Screw that. We just wanted people to come and have a good time. But if a bride wants the big fandangle, then bless her. And the maid-of-honor should have a nice stole. Yep.
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