I have the Yarn Crud. Or New York fever. I don’t know what I have, but I feel like crap, and I’m back at work less than a day after arriving home. Bleah. Not quite sick enough to warrant blowing hours to stay home, but not quite well enough to feel okay sitting here at work. I believe it might be going around the Rhinebeckians. But what a way to go.
Clara loved her border collie stuffed toy. Lala loved her spindle. I loved my bed. (And catching up with TiVo, yay!)
And that’s all I got, folks. No pictures, too tired to get it together. Soon. Forgive me if I owe you an email — I owe many.
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