Linnea 'Ea' quilts...

For all of you reading this through an rss-reader, or the like, this post is slightly more for you. I just wanted you to notice that I changed the over-head banner of the blog. Yes, I know, that wasn't any kind of huge news at all. New year, new banner. The one I had before was just the "Ea" in the middle, and a small rant underneath. I sort of chose to keep the "idea" behind the old banner (easy to make, simple layout, nothing photo that takes 10 sec to load...)  but still making it look like a fresh coat of paint on the blog. Yes, I know lots of people change their blog's layout after New Year. Yes, I joined the hype, stop giggling! Just admire the patchwork of words, will you?

First post of the new year 2011. In the kitchen, coffee is being brewed for Micke. I've cleaned up, a little, and done some of the dishes. In the living room, Micke is lying on the brown sofa, reading the second book in the Millenium-trilogy. He's got a headache, and has been feeling cold all morning. Not that I can see how that's possible, with all the socks/blankets/pillows around him. The waste basket beside him on the floor is slowly being filled with used tissues. His nose is like Rudolf's. In the bathroom, the washing machine is humming. There's at least 4 more loads of laundry that needs to be done. Most of it is bed linen. Fever is not nice. The whole house desperately needs to be cleaned, but  I'm going to go easy on myself and NOT start doing  that now. I need to get better first. Until then, the dust can rejoice and have parties in every corner and under the sofas. Little do they know...  *evil little smile* In other words, new year is a Sat...

Happy New Year everyone, great and small! Do you feel any different at all? Ah, "Death cab for cutie" says it all in their song "New Year". We here at home will be spending this last day of the year, as well as the first of the new, by sitting in the sofa/lying on the bed and resting. Micke's fever is an on/off thing, and he's coughing and nose dripping so much he's having trouble sleeping. Me, I'm mostly just tired. Major tired. Anyway, enjoy the fireworks you see tonight. We here will be gazing through the window and see half of what Turku city is shooting up into the sky. The other half will not show, since the home for the elderly across the street will block that out.

Oh dear, Micke apparently caught the flu someone was spreading around like crazy on the train back from Ostrobothnia. (read: someone was coughing ALL the time on the train in our compartment) Now he's got a such a sore throat I've told him not to speak. It's painful to hear him say even so little as " it hurts ". Awful. And on top of that, he's got a fever. He became symptomatic yesterday noon. And this morning, I started to feel awful too. I got up at 08:30, had to cancel my only morning-appointment, wrote an email to people saying "we might have to skip the New Year get-together at our place" and went back to bed. And slept until 15:00. While I slept, I dreamt a somewhat crazy dream about: My Mom celebrating her 70th birthday. In Sweden, at one of my aunt's places. Me coloring my hair, because Mom said I had too. I did it while being very pregnant, which meant it was a chore. While doing this, Micke came along and also wanted his ha...