Ow.

I have so much to write about it isn't even funny. Usually when I fail to write it's because my mind is wretchedly empty and I can think of nothing to say that isn't amazingly trite*. The last few days have killed me, though, because I have So Much To Say. An amazing package from Kelly. The fun of CT S&W and meeting more people than I kept track of (thank you for commenting!!). Being the recipient of Jess' stealth knitting. My own actual knitting AND spinning.

But...apparently this little child has ticked off my gall bladder in a big way. Most of the time I can deal with the ouch level, but the past few days have been pretty awful and I'm not doing so well with coherent thought (or answering emails for that matter). The positive is that the baby is fine. In fact, I will be fine, too. The negative is that there isn't anything that can be done right now except for me to suck it up and move on. I'll get back to you when I get there.

*I just ordered a great book for the library about the evils of adverbs (and adjectives, of course) and there I go with two in one sentence. If you like 'em, though, try this from the guy who writes the Lemony Snicket books.