My plan was to get a lot done today, but instead I spent most of it in bed, doped up on Robaxacet. I suspect it's sciatica. I am avoiding the doctor, because I'm irresponsible like that.
(BTW, I'd like to take a moment to boast that I was the only one of the 152 people participating in the House Challenge over at Polite Dissent (great blog -- check it out) to have melioidosis on their list of conditions/diseases, and thus was this week's high scorer.)
Anyhoo...I didn't want to leave you without something to look at, so I took a photo of Fish, my blue betta fish. He was formerly known as Blue Fish, when a second bowl housed Red Fish, but Red Fish is up in heaven with Dr. Seuss.
Fish might not be cute and cuddly, or love me unconditionally, but he doesn't roll around in dead worms and "all sorts of organic matter", creating a stink that makes their owners want to vomit, like some people's dogs, or attack my fibre, as other people's cats do.
And look at his scales -- my Fish could so totally inspire an awesome yarn colourway, no?