a big fat nada

I have nothing to show you, nothing to talk about. My body has rebeled and has taken to knocking me unconscious as soon as I sit down in a chair. Tonight I gave in and actually lay down on the couch with a blanket. Then I slept from midnight until 4:30 or so. No knitting done besides the two rows I go in on my sock while I was waiting for bell choir to start. Nothing new started, nothing finished, no new movies watched. Maybe this weekend.