Dayquil is good, mmkay.

I love the comments from yesterday! Like Snow, I get sick so rarely, that when I do, it's horrible and I'm about to die. When Fry came home, I had her love on me before I took a nap. We'd talked about making spaghetti for supper just before I fell asleep. About an hour later, the smell of the stove's burners woke me up. Fry is pretty cautious by nature, but still, I had to check it out. Sure enough, she was fixing spaghetti! She'd put the pasta on to boil, the can of diced tomatoes were in a sauce pot with a half teaspoon of garlic, but she couldn't figure out which were the italian spices. She'd sniffed every spice in the drawer, not knowing that they were in my lazy susan spice rack instead.

With the nap and a shot of Dayquil, I felt much better. So much so that I finally felt good enough to knit! I know! My husband was worried when he got home and I'd told him I hadn't wanted to do anything.

Sadly, I was bad and only went to bed after finishing the top. Yeah, but the mitt was so close to being done, I just had to. I would have slept in this morning, except my cellphone woke me with my horoscope at 8:00am. When I'm out and about this morning, there are Valentine's things to get, plus I'd like to find Airborn for this cold.