Feh!

I’m having a moment of ironic lulz today. Coronavirus isn’t stomach flu, so my guts have apparently rebelled and joined Camp Gastrodrama. ¬¬  I’m feeling gross, but I’m still gonna try to eat and keep drinking. Having said that, there’s a large level of wanting to crawl into bed and hoping I can sleep it off. I mean, most of these stupid things only last a day or two, so.

That’s pretty much been my afternoon. I ‘need’ to try to get more knitting done, ’cause I’m on the last two rows of the body before doing the heel flap. I’ve not been doing as much as one might expect during a lockdown, but yanno… gaming. Stitch markers. I keep busy. 🙂

Right, had a can of Coke, and it seems to have done a bit to perk me up, so gonna get back to doing fun things rather than ouchy things.

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