#5. I am sick. Coughing, phlegm, post nasal drip, head-in-a-fog, lay-on-the-couch-and-do-nothing, wishing that someone would come take care of me, to-miserable-to-knit (because watching my needles move makes me nauseous) sick. I hate being sick.
Luckily, I stockpiled mom's chicken soup. Thanks Mom!
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