Julia rightfully warns of carbon monoxide poisoning. If you go here, you’ll see why I’m so glad she brought it up. Yesterday, a little too personally aware of the subject, we had the sliding door open just enough for the cord to pass through and kept the generator as far from the house as we could manage. We have definitely had a CO alarm since that day 24 years ago. I’m glad for that warning to be out there for others before, rather than after; thank you, Julia, for that.
On a more fun subject. More stitches and more rows than last week’s shawl, another five-day project, I did it! A ball-anced life, definitely.
I got home from Purlescence and Michelle asked me, “So how was your cult night?”
I explained to her that they’d just gotten a long-delayed shipment in of some of my most-favorite yarns in my most-favorite colors. And I hadn’t bought a single skein. (I didn’t add, “yet.”)
She looked at me with big eyes, and asked, “How did you DO that?”
