My family has been sick. Yes, most of you could say that this is nothing special this time of year, and normally I would agree with you, but this year we are the poster family for the flu. In the last 3 weeks we have gone from my daughter throwing up, to my husband and myself having the flu, to my son having the flu, to my daughter throwing up again, to spending a Saturday night in the walk-in clinic because my son had a ear ache, to now, my husband has returned from a business trip with full fledged pneumonia. I am not a nurse, never wanted to be a nurse, yet somehow have become one. 
So when Mr. Pitiful wanted to know when I was coming home yesterday, and if I would be there to fix his soup, I told him I didn’t know if I could make it home in time. What I didn’t tell him was that my very important errand was to go to the yarn shop and soak in the vibe of my favorite place to hang. If you are not a knitter, this probably has as much appeal to you as spending an afternoon waiting to have your oil changed, but for us knitters, it is like your birthday and Christmas all rolled up into one place. Besides, if I didn’t get out you would most likely have found me by today huddled in a fetal position on the bathroom floor quietly whimpering.
On another note….
Finally finished the pair of socks that I was making for Mr. Pitiful. While he mocked me for spending so much time on them 2 weeks ago, he is today happy to have them and has not taken them off for fear that his feet would freeze and make him feel worse. Somehow I feel vindicated in making them for him. He has also decided that he loves the dishcloths that I have been making. Seems that his anal retentive, over the top cleanliness obsession makes him appreciate the superior qualities of a hand knit cloth over the cheap store bought kind. Yet another justification to keep on knitting!
