The Apocalyptic Invasion

Yesterday I awoke a 4 a.m., uneasy. Half a second later I realized: Whoa!! Sick! BF has it too: his started just a few hours after mine. So far, we've skipped both versions of the 'flu, either version A or version Swine, which rage on around us at work, on public transportation, in the grocery store line, causing us to consider friends and neighbors as carriers, but this stomach thing has embraced us in its greasy arms. Ugh. It's not completely debilitating, but it certainly is depleting; I was able to stop briefly at the mall yesterday afternoon to do an errand, but I held my breath and scurried past the food court. Why, oh why, put a Wendy's and a Chik fil A across the aisle from each other in an enclosed, badly ventilated space? And I stopped to pick up something I'd ordered at the lighting store across from my LNS, so I dropped in for a quick visit but was too tired to pick up the two cute Christmas designs I briefly considered. One was Just Nan's Christmas ribbons (came with the beads), and the other was a Christmas sheep thing. I didn't need them anyway, but too tired to shop for needlework? Definitely sick.
Just Nan:


Post Halloween, since we still have lots of candy around: when I visted In Stitches last time, they gave me this freebie by The Cricket Collection. This is the finished model in the store, and while you normally stitch the "Kisses" tag, someone at the shop had inserted a paper tag. It's stitched in DMC and Kreinik braid. I love the expression on the little frog's face.


More on Sarah:


Elvis suggests taking to bed with a book; here he's working his way through The Apocalpytic Invasion, which is somehow appropriate.


Happy, healthy week ahead!