Battling The Crud

If you've read this blog for a year or more, you might know that the first head cold of the autumn sends me for a loop.  It usually settles in firmly about a week before Thanksgiving, morphs into bronchitis, and hangs around for three to six weeks.  My throat gets sore from the coughing, my friends and family avoid me, my disposition frays, and I go through lots of tissues.

This year it has hit much earlier than usual, and -- knock wood -- seems not to be as forceful.  I've been in and out (mostly out) of work for a week and one night I had trouble sleeping because I was coughing.  A colleague told me not to drink anything cold, only warm or room temperature liquids and lots of them.  Joe brought home a jug of cider and let me tell you how good that is heated up.  My wonderful neighbor brought me chicken soup.  And I go through tissues.  I nap every day, sometimes twice.  I take lots of drugs.  I'm doing my part.

I finished hand quilting Mayfly Madness and as I was doing the border I realized that I need to keep it for Grandbaby #5, arriving late in April, rather than give it away at that Thanksgiving shower.  So I've begun a new quilt for that mom-to-be and hope to post pictures before too long.  It's a Churn Dash.

I've also been on Facebook a lot more than usual.  Beyond my regular Facebook Scrabble games, for no good reason I have indulged in Bubble Saga and Bubble Witch Saga to the point where I hear the background music at night when I'm trying to go to sleep. A tremendous waste of time that I'm going to discontinue as soon as I finish writing this post.  Instead of shooting bubbles and attracting spiders, I'm going to get back to binding Mayfly Madness.  And make a few more Churn Dashes.  And blow my nose.