Saturday was the beginning of a scratchy throat, but I was no woos and I walked with MFN. Sunday I thought, yeah, I'm kinda getting sick, but if this is sick, I can do it; I feel pretty good except for that throat. Monday ditto - Kelli's birthday and I ran around like a chicken with her head cut off. Work said there was nothing for me on Tuesday, which was okay with me, but I figured if they had had a job, I could have worked no problem. Tuesday I woke up, threw some bread on to rise, sipped my lemon water, and realized that yep, I'm sicker than a dog, a barkless dog. I could barely make a sound. But worse, I felt sick. I tried to remain vertical for a little knitting, but I didn't get too far. Here's Chloe checking to see if it's going to fit around her butt.
Looks good so far.
And here's a shot of that oatmeal bread.