I've been struggling with a cold the last 3 or 4 days, and although I have managed to medicate myself and drag myself out to meet obligations, and Tikka has managed to coax me up and down the hills in my neighborhood. I've not been particularly good about keeping up with planned activities at home. And so, once again, this poor blog was neglected. I suppose I was fortunate this time that the upper sinus blockage moved rapidly down to my chest, relieving me of that mind numbing agony where the slightest movement feels like your head will explode, blasting a hole straight through the roof. Instead I was blessed with the stage where the slightest movement would induce paroxysms of body-wracking coughs.
Blessing? Yes. Once I found a suitable position, I could be fairly comfortable. And the most comfortable position, sitting in a comfy chair with my head slightly tilted, proved excellent for doing needlepoint. And so I worked on this small piece, seen here through the lens of my magnifying light.
It is not yet finished. Day 4 promises to be the day of the kleenex, making it not such a good day for needlepoint. But I am running late, Tikka is ready for her walk, and the world awaits. Perhaps later I shall curl up with a blanket, some tea, and a good book.