Blech

I have a cold. I rarely get sick, and because of that, I forget what it's like in between times. Yesterday was even a sick day from work for me, because sleep was what was needed, not work. I slept almost all day and then through the night. I didn't even feel like knitting, but I did finish the third Scarflet, put them all in a nice bath, and blocked them out to dry. Then fell back into bed.

Today my throat is not as raw, but my head feels like it belongs to someone else. Airborne and Tylenol Flu are my friends. I'd love to go home and crawl under the covers. Two people today have said I look pale and peaked. Great.