I’ve been laid low by a headcold since Monday night, so I’m only just catching up on Ravelry and blogs and such. I did get a little knitting done, and a lot of reading.

In fact, I’m pretty chuffed about the reading. I’ve read three books in three days! This used to be perfectly do-able for me, so long as I had the time and good books. I used to be a big consumer of books, Paul still is, and we have a huge collection.

But then, back in the early 00s, I got chronic fatigue. It was never diagnosed as such, but eventually it was the obvious answer. I had a gadzillion tests that all said I was perfectly healthy, yet I had these bouts of utter exhaustion, my memory was shot and I couldn’t concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes – not even reading a book. This is when I started knitting. So long as a project didn’t require much or constant focus, I could do it, and it kept me from going mad with boredom.

I started feeling better in 2005, but it’s taken much longer for me to be able to read as effortlessly as I used to. Even books like the ones I’m reading (Charlaine Harris’ crime-fantasy Harper Connelly series) that are pacy and small. So despite feeling revolting and full of snot, I’m actually rather pleased with myself.

If this keeps up, I might have to add a ‘what I’m reading’ feature to the sidebar…