ugh.

i'm home sick and feeling a wee bit sorry for myself when i can work up the mental energy for it. the rest of the time, i am watching season 4 of mad men (the clothing! the furniture!) and devoting my hands to the mindless task of running in the endless ends and otherwise assembling the felted wreath i knit last year (or was it the year before?) it's incredibly boring, but i don't have to angst about making/fixing errors, and it's about as much as i can concentrate on right now.

and, the results so far are pretty nice.