(and I'm just immature enough to giggle helplessly when I initially misspelled "lieu")...
I offer many photographs. It's a sleight of hand trick...I'm hoping you won't notice until many hours from now when you suddenly look up from your knitting and say "Hey, wait a minute! She wasn't clever at ALL today!" Which I'm surely not, seeing as how my brain has been replaced with about 37.5 pounds of snot while I slept, and they sandpapered my eyeballs and taped my tongue to the roof of my mouth while they were there. Oh, and my chest and back muscles have been replaced with something quite achey, possibly in relation to the 25 +times in a row that I sneezed last night. I wonder if that's how the brains flew from my head, actually?
In any case, here are some shiny things that are shamelessly intended to distract you. First, it is important to include a photo of Grace who, having checked out the elliptical last week is now focusing her interest on the treadmill. I suspect she may be entering a kitty-building competition that I don't know about. I"ll be watching for steroids.
She's trying to look innocent...but I'm not fooled. I've seen those hairy little quad muscles.
It's also important to be aware that I am always carefully watched over while sick:
Miss is in the foreground, using her not-inconsiderable bulk to keep my blanket firmly pinned to the couch (she's sweet as anything, but it would take an earthmover to get her off of anything when she doesn't want to go), while Ed correctly repositions the rug over by the fireplace. He'd really like to know what joker keeps laying it flat.
Speaking of Ed, while he's usually pretty generous regarding his sickroom services:
This time he really wanted some head skritches. "A little to the left...no, up..no....ahhhhh."
Once he was through getting adored, Ed opted to entertain me with some catnip-sock squirmalating (delightfully appropriate term, courtesy of Monica):
Which, of course, caused Miss to became jealous and demand her own sock....
Don't be fooled by her laidback appearance...she was terribly, terribly jealous. Really. You can see how appreciative she was afterwards.
So much so, in fact, that she even let me have it back for awhile.
Now, if I could only get her to make the other one for me. I mean, as opposed to sitting on the blanket and spitting all over the yarn which, while creative, doesn't seem to lend much to the whole sockmaking process.
I'm going to go weigh my head, see if it's over 4o pounds yet. I feel certain that it is. Not that I'm a total whinybutt or anything.