I have a cold. It sucks. And the milk in my tea is off.
Yesterday I decided to wind up my skein of cashmere sock yarn into two balls so i could start on the socks. It took me all day. It was going quite well. I had the skein laid out on my lap and was winding from each end, so I ended up with 1 ball for each sock. It was going well, no knots or anything. (This is how I always wind skeins into balls, putting it over the back of a chair or something involves stuff like moving furniture and finding a chair the right size!) Then the doorbell rang and everything went wrong. I had to pick up the skein and move it, and in the process somehow completely buggered up the neatness and ended up with a giant knot in the middle that took me until 10:30pm to undo.
Today I'm going to watch crap on TV, knit, and complain to myself about the weather, because the parents are now away until Tuesday night and I have no one else to complain to.
Cough. Sniff. Bleurgh.