Pondering the appropriate title... Warning: If you have a weak stomache. If you faint at the sight of tragic accidents. Or if you are just overall a wimp, do not read any further! Back to the titles: Man overboard, Why not to knit when you are sick, Houston...we have a problem, Don't cry for me Argentina, Nightime cold medicine should be recalled, Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? (haha-just because). Okay.....so my Leaves is done. Stick a fork in her. But let me take you back to Sunday night. I have been trying to fight of a reoccurance of this nasty flu that has been going around. I resigned and decided to take some Nightime flu/cold medicine. I was knitting away on Leaves. At some point I must have zonked out. I awoke around 3 a.m. to get a glass off water. Something was holding me back, preventing me from moving further. What is this wrapped around my ankle? What is this pink string? Then in my haze I looked down and there seemed to be some knitting dragging behind me. Oh yes, it was my Leaves. I was hoping I was having a nightmare, but alas I was not. Queue dramatic music here.