I have not even been able to knit anything new this weekend. I did finish one very simple project. And I have read so much I have given myself a headache.
Today was spent making a roast for the natives, and basically entertaining them when they were restless - which is constantly.
Yesterday was the day to library so I could amass a few more books so I could spend most of the weekend reading in bed.
Tomorrow I shall unwillingly emerge and go spend nine hours trying to make some money, and then come home and hope the house has not gotten any worse in my absence.
Sounds depressing, doesn't it? Maybe that explains something...
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