Sniff. What does a knitter do when she has a cold?

I loathe being sick. I'll deny it until my head is so stuffed it feels like it could implode and coughing interrupts every other word.

I have a cold.

I can't think. I can't pretend patience for more than two minutes at a time. I can't read and keep track of the story. I definitely can't knit anything requiring counting.

Crap.