I seem to have lost a week of my life; I got really sick last Sunday, and I'm still not able to lift anything heavier than a coffee cup. Which doesn't do much good anyway, because everything tastes like metal. Apparently they put those warnings on potting mix bags for a reason; the stuff can make you ill. I have antibiotics that are pulling the lung infection into line, but it's going to be a while before I feel normal again.
It's extremely annoying to be so incapacitated, because it's a long weekend and there is a ton of work to do in the garden, but I can't do more than shuffle around watering things and making sure nothing dies. There's no energy for digging or planting or weeding, and I won't be touching the potting mix until I have a mask to wear.
I spent time yesterday stitching on small blocks; I finally put the last stitches in the last Dear Jane block; now I need to clear the design wall and put it up there ready to assemble.
I'm a bit tired if all the UFOs, so I dug out some tiny embroidery blocks from many years ago and worked on those.