My brother turns a year older today. I think he’s turning 24. So a very warm, happy birthday wish goes down to Central Oregon.

Here at home, I’m with a sick baby.

Yep, the kid has a fever, the shakes, and a dry cough. Poor thing. It looks like we’ll be spending a lonely Easter, because I’d imagine it’ll make it’s way through the ranks.

So yesterday, during the quiet of the afternoon, I took a little nap, knit a little on Vogue Cable Cardi,

and took a picture of the last of my plied, handspun skeins.

Oh, did I tell you? I honestly can’t remember if I did. The physical therapist told me that spinning was most likely aggravating my condition. How’s that? Aside from being generally annoyed, I’m choosing to not think about it right now.