This has been a payment week. Last week I went camping, but was very careful not to push myself. I sleep on a bed in my parents’ trailer, napped at least once a day, knit the pieces to last week’s angels, and read most of Walden. It was a beautiful, restful time, far away from dishes, laundry, and eternal remodeling.
A quick re-read reminded me that the poor miller’s daughter was operating under the too high expectations of her king and her father, not herself, but she still had to pay the price.
|The dog is begging to go outside with me.|
|He won this time.|
|This is Lucy Neatby. I'm a pretty conservative crafter.|