When I took this last Thursday night, I was worn to a frazzle and headed to knit night to maybe, possibly recharge a little.
This one popped up behind the neighborhood ER at Skillman and Mockingbird.
Because for the greater part of that day, I had two songs looping in my head:
Knitting helped. It almost always does. And when I got to work on Friday, the office manager said that if any of us wanted to work some OT to catch up, it had been approved. I left my desk on Saturday afternoon feeling back in control of that particular batch of spinning plates.
After the trial of your faith (and your patience) come the blessings.
- 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!