You would think I was the one having the baby: nesting instinct kicked in bigtime, thanks to Carolyn’s son (still not here) and the particular joy of little Eden Alison. I got things rearranged and cleaned and swept inside and, when the sun was low, out on the patio, too. Bricks and stones despite my bones got moved to new places. It felt great.
I played in the kitchen, a pistachio chocolate torte recipe, trying to branch out a little from the hazelnut type; it’s cooling. Michelle’s working on a strawberry pie.
And though I thought I’d used it all up already, I found out I do still have some baby pink sheared-mink yarn in my stash. Alright!