I'm feeling better today. I'm at least up and moving (albeit slowly), though I'm doing a fair bit of sleeping too. I'm anxious to get back into projects again, but with a fresh dump of snow outside, my gardening dreams are going to be put on hiatus for a bit. I haven't gone outside, and don't want to look at that horrible cold white stuff, but my husband tells me there's probably about eight inches of fresh snow out there. Yuck. At least I have a good excuse why I can't shovel it.