The new guy sent me this link to an article in the Washington Post.
I read that and clicked through to an article about the address by Elder Dallin H. Oaks.
And from there to an interview with him.
Here is the link to the address itself. It is worth your time.
So glad that I pre-fabbed this post yesterday. It’s been a long week and shows no sign of getting shorter.
I found three cabling mistakes in the current missionary hat and have fixed one of them so far. Thankfully, I know how to drop the offending stitches and pick them back up properly, without the necessity of frogging the hat back several rounds to the problem.
The doll is still in customs in Chicago. I am too sleepy to be upset or worried. I could use another two or three hours of sleep. [And I really, truly need to hie me to the gym. Not happening today.]
The flowers are more gorgeous every day. I forgot to take my camera to work yesterday. It’s in my bag now.
You know I’m tired when I write short sentences like Hemingway. Heading out to the kitchen to find something to appease this growling stomach.
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!