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Six 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!

Saturday, January 13, 2018

In which your intrepid heroine finishes a book!

After 65 years, I've finally read The Princess Bride. It's good, different in several respects from the movie, and I liked it.

I'm also on the third volume of Doescher's William Shakespeare's Star Wars series.

Yesterday I frogged the cowl I'd been working on for a week and cast on something else. Today I frogged that and am forging ahead with a different idea.

I'm at the crabby stage of convalescence. (I may have said this before.) Doc says I can think about going back to work on Tuesday. I've been coughing a little all day, not sure why. I just want to be well and whole and normal. Back at work, earning a living, visiting with my friends.

My appetite is erratic. And imperious. If I'm not hungry or eating, I'm napping or thinking about it.

Popcorn. Ooh, yes please. Later, gators!

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