It's hard work not doing anything creative. My fingers twitch with memories of knitting, and all I want to do is get spinning to whip up some new yarn in a thousand different jewel tones I've imagined since I started feeling ill. Still, it's not that bad. I've done a bit of planning, organising, thinking. And, best of all, I remembered about this...
I'm sorry I disappeared. I had a good reason though, I was sick. Yuck-I-can't-get-out-of-bed sick. I-feel-like-I-have-permanent-food-poisoning sick. Spend-two-weeks-of-not-getting-up sick. Also known as morning sickness. Whoever came up with that name was silly indeed. It lasts all day! And all night! And then it's back again in the morning, if you were able to get any sleep at all. You can't get up. You can't go out....
