So now it starts.
I have the cold that nearly killed the boy over Easter, and which gave TLM a few sniffles the week before that.
It'll be okay as long as this doesn't end up like last winter's hell-in-a-snot-rag.
Stoic enough to remake a garment several times over until it's good enough to wear out in public, foolish enough to buy more yarn than I could ever hope to knit, and hopeful enough keep doing it anyway. Plus the other stuff in my life.