Nope – Blogger still won’t upload images.

So I can’t show you the luscious, drapey, alpaca scarf, which I finished yesterday. You’ll just have to trust me when I say it’s lovely.

And I can’t show you proof that I’ve been working on the second Pomatomus sock. Not that I got a lot done since last week. I’ve nearly finished the first of the Heirloom socks for the beau, too.

Nor can I show you pics of the extension, which is now covered in bright blue insulation sheeting. It looks like a huge present. It just needs a big bow.

Codral with extra cough suppressant seems to have done the trick. Not only did it suppress the cough, but it helped with the headache and back pain from the pulled muscles in my shoulders and even helped a bit with the usual allergic reaction I have each winter to the smoke from my neighbours’ fireplaces.

(I have a friend who works for the EPA. He says a household woodburning fireplace puts out about as much carbon monoxide each night as a car does in a year. Hmmm.)

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the dissatisfaction I’ve been feeling about how I use my time lately. Mainly this is because I’m supposed to be taking six months off, but four of it have passed already and I’ve spent most of it on work-related side projects or catching up on work-related chores.

I need a break from my break.