Oh, hello there. Yes, hi. Yes, I am feeling better. Thanks for asking! I hope you understood that through the 17 coughs I just hacked in your face. Clearly my health is still a work in progress.
I haven't had much to say lately except that right now I'm really regretting not getting Chipotle for dinner. No, really. The pizza thing from Trader Joe's that I just ate only made me hungrier and I'm too tired to do anything about it but whine. If I can't whine about the flu anymore, I'll whine about food. Flued? I'm really tired. James is bringing me home a cinnamon roll in a few hours, and that is the glue holding me together right now.
I have such little brain power that I had to pause Gilmore Girls to finish writing this. And it's the series finale which means James should probably bring me an extra cinnamon roll. I haven't watched this season since it aired my senior year of high school. My first period English teacher and I would dissect the intricacies of each episode every week and then discuss our knitting projects. If you're wondering, I was very popular in high school. Hashtag first chair clarinet.
Speaking of knitting, it's all I want to do lately. I think it's the weather. I think it's the fact that I was couch-bound for a week with the plague. Whatever the reason, I dream in garter stitches now. I'm in the zone, finally. I have a hard time getting in the knitting zone because I'm slow, the progress is slow, and the whole process makes me feel like a toddler screaming ARE WE THERE YET in the back seat of someone's mini van. But I finally hit the zone and I don't want to stop. I almost brought my knitting to work so I could work on it during my lunch break, but I stopped myself. My office is entirely too trendy/too into running/not the knitting type, and I wasn't ready for the questions. In last week's team building exercise (grrrroooaaannn), I had to name my favorite movie. When I spouted out White Christmas, there was a sea of blank faces before me until my boss finally broke the silence and said "aww, well that's cute." So I keep the rest of my absurdity safely locked up during business hours.
Man, why didn't I get Chipotle? Always get Chipotle. I'm about to eat my blanket.
In other news, I'm now watching football. Alone. The National Championship is on, and since I'm still on a Sugar Bowl high I pilfered my parent's long-in info so I can watch on the ESPN app on Apple TV. I'm going to be upfront: I have no idea what's going on. I need James or my dad here to help me out. The cheers of my neighbors are the only cue I have to go off of right now.
Can I tell you a secret? The one sport I understand and semi-enjoy is basketball. I have zero skills, but it's fun to play. You know, if you have to play a sport. I also mostly understand it, it's fast paced, and the games are inside. Anyway, for some reason, I keep transferring the rules of basketball to football. Every time someone catches the ball and runs, I immediately panic that they're traveling. I've internally yelled "BUT DON'T YOU HAVE TO DRIBBLE THE BALL? OR PASS IT?!" several times. Thankfully I have yet to yell this out loud, but more than once I've had a small internal anxiety attack over the fact that I'm the only one who notices the blatant traveling. Aren't you excited to invite me to your next football party? I'll just be over here with my knitting.
You can stop rolling your eyes now.
I AM GOOD AT OTHER THINGS.
Ooo, touchdown! No one has to explain that to me.
Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. Things I'm good at. Aside from identifying touchdowns, of course. Driving myself crazy has to be at the top of the list right now. I always feel stressed and frustrated when the house is messy, but my hormones have put that on steroids lately. I OBSESS over things that are messy/not how I would like them. This place got messy during the holidays since we were out of town a lot, and then after New Years I got the flu, and things went from bad to worse. I had to lay on the couch while coughing and sputtering and dying and stare at the mess closing in on me. I finally felt well enough on Sunday to do something about it, and well, let's just say I found myself scrubbing the top of the refrigerator at one point. I also found myself at Target on Sunday night buying up their flannel sheets and duvet covers. The problem is, I wore myself out so much I didn't even have the energy to put the new sheets on the bed. And now I'm busy being a pseudo football fan, so they'll have to wait again.
I would tell you all about how I also bought a basket at Target (what I'm saying is that I went crazy) and dropped it twice and watched it roll through the slushy parking lot into oncoming traffic, but James just got home with cinnamon rolls.
Update: OSU won the National Championship. The ESPN app kept freezing and buffering every 30 seconds, so I didn't find out we won until well after the rest of the country. I managed to keep my eyes open until 12:30 on a Monday night, which is no small miracle. I knit and drank tea through the whole thing like a proper lady. If I'm going to watch football, I might as well bring a little Downton Abbey to the table.