Thanks for the get well wishes. Around mid-afternoon today (Wednesday) I finally started to feel a lot better. One of the ways I knew I was feeling better was that I started getting kind of impatient to be doing SOMETHING besides sitting and laying around the house. It will be good to get out of the house and back to work tomorrow.
If it wasn't for the fact that I hadn't eaten anything that no one else shared, I would have suspected food poisoning, but I guess it was just a bug--I imagine I picked it up on our Saturday excursion to Apple Hill, since I was exposed to crowds of people and touched a lot of things that had no doubt been touched by others. The timing seems about right since I woke up early, early Monday morning with stomach cramps.
Mostly, I've done very little the last few days. I picked a Nora Roberts book from the bookshelf because I figured it would be decent light reading. I napped a lot too. The timing on the book worked out, because I finished it just about the time I started to feel better.
When I've felt up to doing anything, I've worked on quilting the Christmas quilt, but it's kind of slow going, even with the assistance of Stitch, my almost-constant companion.
While I've been sick, Stitch has napped with me, stretched out along my stomach (and legs) like a furry hot water bottle. Maybe he thought all that gurgling noise coming from my stomach was me purring.
I've done a small amount of applique on the crack rabbits quilt, adding wings to one of the chicks . . .
. . . and a crossing guard holding up a stop sign.
Now, it's time to get to bed and get a good night's sleep because tomorrow I plan to resume my normal life. Being sick sucks.
Come on, Stitch. Say goodnight.