one hundred and twenty two

Who was I kidding? Still sick.

one hundred and twenty one

I went out. I spent two hours at a party trying not to feel ill anymore.

Party mood means stripy tights. Not even stripes fooled the fever though...

one hundred and twenty

Still sick, but better. A calm day letting mind and body heal.

I think I badly needed this. I feel a lot better. Except for the hurting throat.

one hundred and nineteen

Still sick.

one hundred and eighteen

Sicker. Throat as thick and dense as a telephone pole.

one hundred and seventeen

At home sick, but had a lovely evening.

I started an online knitting café on Facebook on a whim, and over the evening the event gathered 170 visitors! So a whole day feverish and knitting. Knitting. Knitting. With cozy company

one hundred and sixteen

This bracelet is so far the most creative part of my day.

That didn't come out exactly as planned either.

eighteen

My turn to sleep in the car back. And I kept sleeping. That Saturday in wet clothes drained me. Completely.