I hate having colds. I hate it particularly when everyone around me has a cold and expects me to do that motherly shtuff when I just want to climb in a corner and be left alone. I'm not even getting any knitting done. I did finish a book, Eyes of the Dragon, by whatsisname. Stephen King (yes I did have to get up and go look. I'm really that out of it.) It was good. I might even read another book by him if I could be sure it wasn't a horror story, not being into giving myself nightmares.

I'm almost through tucking in ends on the stripey one and will post pics as soon as it is blocked.