Today requires the pretty bits. Still blobby with evil spring cold and cough that makes me sound like a 90 year old chain smoker. Piper keeps on reaching in my mouth when I speak, think she's trying to find the weird person with the husky voice inside me.
Blooming...and chopped down on the roadside a few blocks from me, the farmers HATE these, I LOVE them.
Dreaming...we are overdue for a holiday.
Learning...double pointed needles, makes me wonder if I am missing a thumb.
And now off to working...