Life is very peculiar

That is today's understatement.

Yesterday, I:

• got dressed only for the sake of not freaking out people at the grocery store;
• realized I've caught something like the flu;
• slept;
• slept;
• slept;
• ate a bowl of rice in veggie bouillon;
• drank a cup of green tea and a cup of orange juice, as well as a lot of mineral water;
• ate a little sushi;
• laid in the dark on the phone a lot.

Well, the recipient of the beanie liked it, but he did not tell me. He told everyone we knew. I don't know how to take that, and I don't really care, actually.  It was only a couple hours of work, which is nothing compared to what I am about to experience with my grandpa's sweater. 

It is already too small. And the gauge is too tight. Which means that although I have knit the back down to the bottom of the armholes and started the front, I need to start over. 

OK. Deep breath. I can do it, yesindeedy. Just as soon as I have enough energy to bother to brush my hair.