I always get a cold every year around the first of December, and this year is no exception. It really hasn't been horrible, and I'm mostly through it, but it did inconveniently coincide with a Messiah performance. Luckily the cold never affected my singing voice (my speaking voice, on the other hand, is baritonal right now). But this week is very low-key for me--my plans are to fully recuperate, clean the upstairs bathroom, put away much laundry, and craft my little heart out. My charity knitting is done (though I may decide to fringe the scarves), and my Christmas knitting is done except for one or two pairs of mittens, a baby hat and some ornaments. I do have to create a new tree skirt (I destroyed Mark's mother's in the washing machine last year), but I have two yards of red fleece that will very quickly become a basic tree skirt. I guess I should embellish it, but I'll need to sew things on if I want to avoid last year's debacle. (Why I thought a forty-year-old felt tree skirt with glued-on felt and rickrack and incredibly bleedy red tassels would survive the washing machine is anyone's guess.) I may or may not be in the mood to do this.

Continuing in my total nonsequitur manner, I mailed out my last Secret Pal box on Friday. I hope she likes it! Speaking of swaps, NH Knitting Mama has linked to a new one: the Hot Cocoa Swap. Looks fun! But this time I will run it by Mark before I join. :)

In migraine-related news, the doctor wants me to switch BCPs, but I have to wait until we receive our new insurance information before it can be ordered. Wish me luck with this one.

I guess I'm still a little logy from the Actifed last night...can't think of much else to post right now. Pictures tomorrow, perhaps? I have made some yarn acquisitions, after all--some of which from a quick trip to the Outer Banks after Thanksgiving.