I should have known something was up when I could barely keep my eyes open during Revenge Of The Sith. Granted, it wasn’t the best movie ever, and it was late at night. But on the way home I was so exhausted I wouldn’t have been safe to drive.

Sunday found me still in bed when K called at 10:00 AM. That’s way, way later than I usually get up. And I was in bed by 11:00 PM, exhausted.

Thinking it was just the usual problem, I downed handfuls of Advil. But it didn’t help. Monday I had no breakfast. I bought lunch, but couldn’t eat it. By the time I left work, I was freezing cold and felt shaky. I forced myself to eat dinner, on the theory that would make me feel better. haha. I spent all Monday night regretting that decision. And the last two days I’ve spent in bed.

Today I feel better. The fever is gone and I’ve been able to eat.

What the heck was that?

And… no fair! I’ve had enough icky things strike me this year.

I have managed to get a little knitting done, in between naps. I’ve turned the heels on #1 Son’s socks and I’m about 2 inches up the ankles. I want to get the socks and his fingerless gloves finished because I have another sock project I’d like to try out. And then I’d really like to tackle something a bit bigger. If I start a cardigan in June, I might be able to finish it by the time the cold weather sets in again. Maybe.