After almost a year and a half of not having to deal with anything worse then some seasonal allergies, my good luck ran out, and I have a cold. Not an awful cold - I've had worse - but a cold nonetheless. And it is making me CRANKY.
I've been drinking orange juice like it's going out of style, and I loaded up on all sorts of pills at the pharmacy. I'm hoping to make it to the neighbors' cocktail party tomorrow night, but I'm willing to forgo it if I think I need the extra time to recover for all the holiday festivities on Monday/Tuesday. I still have to do some baking tomorrow (don't worry, I wash my hands religiously anyway).
I've actually managed to get some writing done, but due to the crankiness, it doesn't take much to put me in a bad mood and kill my drive. I've been trying to knit more as well, but somehow, even though I own double pointed needles in every size from 1 - 17, the ONE size I need (size 6) has gone missing. (Luckily, my mom was able to send hers down with my father when he came by today.)
Bah. I'll try to check in before Christmas and try to be in a better mood. Until then, I'll try to keep plugging away at the writing and these cardigan sleeves.