The past week has not been a stellar one in our household. Although hubby and I don't suffer clinically from S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder), it's really hard to get enthused about anything when it's always dark. I go to work in the dark and I come home in the dark. And it's dark at noon because we haven't seen more than a glimmer of the sun in weeks! Even when it's not raining (and it's mostly been raining), there is constant cloud cover. But am I complaining after those freakish snow storms in December? You bet I am! See how lethargic hubby and Maggie are:
You might have heard about the terrible flooding in Western Washington. We don't usually have too much of a problem on the island since we have no rivers. But we have an awful lot of standing water. This is the end of our driveway:
And there's a lake in our backyard!
Add to this the fact that I am sick. I very rarely get sick and get a trifle cranky when I do. There wasn't even any staying home and coddling myself. We have one employee out for an indeterminate time and two more injured and on light duty. As office manager the buck stops here, so I soldiered on. The past two days were very difficult as I completely lost my voice!! I couldn't answer phones or converse with parents. There was a lot of note writing and pantomiming!
However, my day was considerably brightened yesterday when I got a phone call. When the receptionist told me I had a phone call, I told her she had to take a message and I'd write out my answer. She insisted I take it:
"Nana, are you sick? Do you need a hug? I love you Nana!" Ok, I feel a LOT better!! I think she was especially sympathetic because both she, Ivy and her mommy have all been sick too. Get better soon Izzy.
Fortunately I've had completely mindless knitting on the baby afghans to tide me over. I don't think I could have focused on anything else:
I really like the colors on the variegated one. They're soft but not too soft – very happy and cheerful. One thing I have discovered, though, is that I am so much happier on needles no larger than size 7. The blue afghan is done on size 7, the variegated one on size 8. Just that one size difference makes a world of difference in how long my hands can hold out.
Tomorrow I'm going to rest and take it easy and rest my voice. I want to be in fine fiddle for the Nancy Bush class this weekend. Of course, you know I'd be there – even if the paramedics have to wheel me in on a stretcher!