CHEATED

Working full time creates a stinginess in me - a hoarding of sorts, for my weekend time.  The long Thanksgiving weekend is always excitedly anticipated.  Planning begins weeks in advance - the sewing room is cleaned, projects are lined up in order of importance, small busy work is tackled and forgotten, food is prepared and stored.  FOUR days.   
This year I was cheated out of my holiday.  It started on Thanksgiving afternoon, shortly after the dishes were cleared and put away.  The sore throat.  The heaviness in my head.  I took to the couch with a myriad of knitting.  I fell asleep with the needles in my hand - the yarn strewn across my chest.  The following three days passed by like a bad dream - a coughing, sleeping, snotting, drifting testimony to the Headcold Gods.  

I was able to make a tiny bit of progress yesterday on some mittens that I'd started for Hilary last season.   I also cast on for a matching slouchy hat. 

I've frogged the hat at least three times since this image was taken.  Swatching is hateful when healthy, despicable when ill!