The last thing I tried to do before the serious coughing and sneezing started was to finish this Dresden plate pillow. Unfortunately, although I was pretending that I wasn't getting sick, my head was too fuzzy for math, and I cut the inner border wider than planned and the outer border too narrow for the pillow form.
I also had a last minute change of heart and did not keep with my plan of all solids, including using Kona Coal for the plate center and background. It was about the time I figured out that the whole thing was too small (although it will work with a smaller pillow form) that I realized I had a fever and should probably be in bed rather than sewing and making creative decisions.
I hate being sick, and it always fills me with overwhelming anxiety. Friends and colleagues keep emailing me, meetings are being scheduled, events are being planned, deadlines are looming large. The world keeps moving forward, but I have been defeated by a lousy little virus. So I am trying to think positive, not succumb to a pity party, and concentrate on getting better. It is, after all, only temporary and nothing serious. And all the real and imagined obligations and responsibilities? Well, in the words of Scarlet O'Hara, "I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow." Because, as she also said, "Tomorrow is another day."
With wishes, true and kind -- Joan
