I Must Be Allergic To Spellwork

Why is it that on the eve of all of my latest planned spells do I wake up sick as a dog? I finally have everything that I need and I am ready to go! Or I would be if my head didn't feel like a brick and I had that ability to take a deep breath. Dammit!

Now, I have to wait until I am feeling better. I was kind of hoping to get this whole thing taken care of ... you know, get some answers and make whatever adjustments are needed or just get back into the regular swing of things. Perhaps that is hoping for too much. I have this sneaking fear that this will only be the beginning and things are about to get weirder and scarier from here.

On another, more mundane note, I think my cat has a cold too. He has been sneezing all over the place the last few days (specifically in my face so that I don't miss it). I am a little worried about him. I didn't know that cats could get colds, and I really don't know what I should do (if anything).

On the plus side, feeling this crappy has allowed me to get some knitting done. I stole pendamuse's idea and made some dark crimson Opera Gloves and laced them with black ribbon. I love them! They were so fast! Now I am thinking of making myself a new toque. Or a Patchwork blanket ... I do have a lot of scrap yarn.

I promised to teach my brother's girlfriend how to knit, so I am gonna have to find something fun and easy for her to start with too.

Anyway, that is the news (and whining) from me. Enjoy your regularly scheduled day.

--Phae