Well, this week did not go as planned . . .
Growing more and more tired each day, until Thursday when I crawled into bed with fever, chills, and everything hurting from toes to finger tips. After being in bed for fourteen hours, I spent yesterday on the couch dozing and knitting. Finished the socks, dipped them into the tea, meaning to come back in a few minutes . . .
An hour later, I woke up and remembered them. Good thing I like brown.
