The days of December already feel like they're flying by, and it's been ages since I've sat down to write. I feel like it's been so long since I've caught up with an old friend that there's so much to say, but nothing to say. Do you know what I mean?
Thank you so very much to all of you who have kept in touch by email with me over the last few months. They've been rough - really rough. I've never been so sick before, and I hate more than anything being able to do nothing but lie there for almost the whole day. My poor husband has become Super-Dad, working all day to come home and make dinner, help with homework, bath children, put people to bed, with a little laundry and house cleaning on the side. But he's held up admirably (although he is a bit grumpy), and I think it's safe to say we're coming out the other side. I'm still not all better, but most days are at least okay. Thank God!
Along with being ill all the time, I lost my knitting mojo. I couldn't even look at yarn without feeling nauseous (and you all know what that's saying!), and the only knitting I accomplished in the last two months is one little baby hat for a shower I needed to attend. Yikes. I'm still not knitting at all, but at least I'm thinking about knitting, and I'm taking that as a good sign. I was just dreaming this morning of a little shrug to wear over some of the short-sleeve things I have... I deeply hope that one day soon I'll be picking up the needles again!