... I knit.
I have a cold. It's probably no big deal as colds go; I'm sure there are worse colds out there, but as far as I am concerned, no human being has ever suffered more than I.
I made the mistake of taking Benadryl to relieve a runny nose this morning and ended up so stoned at work I walked into someone's desk.
"So?" the Fool said, "I do that when I don't take cold medicine."
Anyway, on Sunday, when this cold was at its apex, I sat on the couch, felt sorry for myself a lot, blew my nose, and knit the Fool a chullo that I promised him a while back. It occurred to me that it was getting cold and he would need a hat for his hikes. It's a good hat, but because of the curly hair, it tends to sit on top of his head funny. I think maybe the optimal hat would be a rasta hat with earflaps. I should look into that next.
It's a stashbusting hat - used up some Cascade that was kicking around, so that's a good thing. I was going to use some of his handspun for the Fair Isle parts, but I was afraid the gauge would be wonky and I was sick, so I didn't think I was up to anything really challenging.
Here it is:
Happy Halloween Eve!