Needlework for the Feeble

I've been struggling with fatigue and what seems to be a combination of bronchitis, bubonic plague and a touch of footrot.  I am Not Well.  I'm making soup, coughing, forcing fluids, sleeping, coughing, doing very simple stitching, not too demanding for my tired brain, canceling events I was supposed to attend, over the next few days, coughing, sneezing and reading the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency, obligingly offered via my Kindle, no traveling required.  


I'm getting a bit tired of this, not used to being unable to do everything I have in mind without collapsing the whole time.  My voice is shot, too, but the cats don't mind.   I wonder if this sort of collapse is Nature's way of telling me I'm doing too much.  One of my friends made this point last week and I said airily, oh no.  Ha. I think I might have to rethink my speed and number of  operations.

Okay, end of organ recital, but here's the nice little piece I made, pattern from one of the mags I was given.  This is worked in no 3 perle, on black aida.  Supposed to be done in cross stitch, but I found I liked it like this, no need to cross all the ts.

It's an ornament, not my usual  thing, but why not have a little detour now and then from the serious stuff.  Finishing it will take its turn with the various other stitched items I have to frame, stretch, and generally fiddle with.  But not today. Off to lie down now. Dangit.