All’s quiet on this front
No picture, no words. No complaints, no triumphs. No progress, no finish line. Not alone, nor super social. Just a regular night.
Ends were woven in on lopapeysa #2, with five motif bands and armpit grafting remaining. Text messages were exchanged after a couple weeks of missing a friend’s call. A simple dinner, unremarkable television programs and snoring dogs on the couch.
I will say I’m behind in my holiday duties. Things that should have been shipped last weekend haven’t even been wrapped or packed. The truffle bounty has not been divvied up into office and friend gifts. We have no tree.
Only a few days to get cracking on it. This time next week it’ll all be done. One of these years I’ll get it right.