I’ve worked really hard to not be a germ infested couch blob, but was not successful. When I woke up this morning I could clearly see the dead body dent of me still stuck in the couch. Craptastic.

In the last few days I have barely managed to crochet two partial hats, spin one skein of yarn and just generally pollute the household.

One good thing about this that you may enjoy is I can’t talk much. Yes. Me silent.

Whether I want to or not, I am teaching the last of this beginner class at Birkeland. Eight students and they are all doing really well. I must try to remember to take pictures of their finished skeins tonight. I also must remember to try not to look like I’m dying and maybe put some makeup on….