Fiber Arts Boy has the flu. Big fever tonight, feeling as crumby as a leftover Pop-Tart. It’s so hard to watch a seven year old feel terrible. I’ve been knitting bedside most of the day, a little delirious myself.
Thank God for stockinette and Motrin.
PS I continue to be amazed by the entries we’re receiving for the Ultrafestive Holiday Contest. Thank you ALL for writing. I wish I had a hundred bales of Magpie to send.