Swamped at work.
No time, energy or brainspace for daily knitting or spinning.
Thursday night was KnitterNight at the Ginger Press, and it was wonderful to spend 2 hours doing normal things, like, knitting. (A sock.) I was asked if I would consider teaching a sock knitting class. I did not say “no”. (Even I am surprised about that.)
Today I dropped a carton of 12 eggs on the kitchen floor. Only 1 broke; the other 11 are completely intact. I consider this a small miracle.
Like I said: short post.