I have a flu. Or a cold. Or something. It’s not actually severe enough to make me stay home from work, but juuuust bad enough that by the end of the day, the last thing I want to be is up to my elbows in cold clay. I just want to be in bed.
It does mean I’m making progress on my sock, mind you. It’s hard not to be making *something*, and socks are much less messy in bed than clay.
It is my very first sock, and I am very happy with it. It’s almost finished, and when it is complete I shall make *another* sock, just for the fun of it. It will be socktacular.
 Also, so that I can wear my first sock without looking like a dweeb.