I braved it today, going into work, but I didn't make it a full day. Don't know what this illness is, but it's more powerful than I thought it was. And with the snow overnight and the wind chill of 9 below, I find being home in my slippers and jammies to be a pretty good place to be. I have a retreat tomorrow for work, so we'll see if I make it through tomorrow without needing a nap.
I am doing a little more in the decision making of the crafting supplies--looking at projects, realizing I'm never going to make them, and finding new homes for them. It's getting neater around here, but I still have a long way to go.
On the quilting front, I still haven't tackled the big machine. (I think I need to name her/him--suggestions are welcome--leave a comment with yours.) I have to get this place in order before I start playing with my new Voyager.