Home sick

Germs are the worst part of being a schoolteacher. After my stressful week, my poor immune system was defenseless against the germs carried into my classroom by feckless 12th graders.

So here I sit on the couch, sniffling and coughing. My sympathetic kitty sits beside me, only occasionally attempting to assassinate my knitting.

It strikes me as I sit here that I wish I could knit as fast as I type. I'm a lightning-fast typist, thanks to my husband's and my courtship being largely conducted over Instant Messenger. if I could knit 140 stitches a minute, I could complete a pair of socks in...(pauses to pull up calculator)...a little over two-and-a-half-hours.