sick days suck

And I think that says it all.

Although, I've spent the first part of the day with my drum carder, a tunis fleece, and a friend's golden retreiver's fur. Then I plopped my butt in front of the CSI marathon on Spike TV, and started Queen Matilda to spinning. I now have 2 bobbins full of worsted weight, ready to ply.

At least I didn't have to spend the day in bed...but I sure wish I could breathe!