If I sit still for long, it's quite possible to forget that I have 50 percent of my optimal lung capacity. But then I get all stupid and do things like decide to rearrange all my architecture books and move a bookcase, and the lungs remind me that that is not allowed.
Anyway, I'm still feeling like crap. I do my inhalers as prescribed and I try to rest as prescribed, but it is not easy. I have finished all the knitting I had yarn for, and tonight Noel took me to Barnes and Noble, but none of the books appealed (I really don't need any form of Simple Knits). So I think tomorrow I will visit Imagiknit while we're in the city feeding a friend's cat, and maybe they will have some interesting yarn that will inspire me and keep me occupied while I rest and rest and rest.
