I thigk I’be got a code. By doze is all shtuffed up add by eyes are watery. I bite haffta retreat to duh reclider add take duh day off. Udderwize I’ll be steezig all ober your batt club batts. Ugh.
(Translation: I think I’ve got a cold. My nose is all stuffed up and my eyes are watery. I might have to retreat to the recliner and take the day off. Otherwise I’ll be sneezing all over your batt club batts. Ugh.) If that happens, those’ll hit mail Monday.
Just at the moment, I don’t even have a mindless project for such an eventuality. That means I’ll start one, which if I don’t finish while under the influence of Theraflu, will lose all appeal to me when I’m in the pink again. Maybe a hat. I remember, last year, thinking I needed a new hat in the winter, and I don’t think I made one. And I have to do the final cable ply on the cable yarn for Chad’s hat to replace the one I made him years ago, and the manchild probably has a bigger head now too. I should just go make hats all day.
Somehow, I have four real deadlines in the next two weeks, plus batt club to finish and get out the door; I really don’t feel like having a cold. Sometimes self-employment really stinks. When I grow up, I’m hiring an apprentice. Or something.