The bloke's away again, I'm making withdrawals on the favour bank and doing my best to not let standards slip too far. As usual the littles are manifesting their sense of disquiet in all kinds of ways, all equally sad for them and annoying for me.
Uncharacteristically there was a flood of tears and an hour of wailing at D's departure, a new development for the little bloke. He seems quite convinced that each of D's departures are inching closesr to a permanent separation.
I'm practising a philosophy of knit myself sane. Both knitting machines have taken up residence in the living room.
felt shawl in Setsuko Torii's Hand-knit works, one of my favourite aspirational knitting books.
And there's a big bunch of other machine knit projects in my head just busting to get out.
Now busy thinking about what I'll be casting on next...