I am slow. Too little sleep (thanks to Medium ending with 'to be continued') and too much french toast. Still, we managed to make it to the 'tunnel' this morning and not even any piggybacking.
Some strangely coloured wool (dyed with acorns) is waiting to be spun, but not sure if my mind is steady enough for four hands and feet at the wheel. Plus the house is full of autumn flies. I don't feel inspired with flies in my ears. Maybe we'll plant snowpeas instead.
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Oooh yes it was a bugger of an ending and now it's not going to resolve until mid-May! Outrageous!
I miss you and that lovely girl of yours. Must * get * my * hands * on * Martha!
Come and visit soon!
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