Ravelympics should have a section for the knitting impaired, particularily those impaired by uber-antibiotic foggy brain and symptoms of terminal malt ball ingestion.
And no, I haven't quite recovered my bon vivant. It's just a little too soon.
There's a skunk outside, traipsing through the garden, and the "fragrance" of it is wafting in the window. It is said that once you have been sprayed by a skunk, they smell good to you for the rest of your life. I believe this is true, as it's happened to moi.
Yes, four posts in a day! There ought to be a law!
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I’m going through some stuff but I will peek in now and then and will be back when it’s over..