I haven’t really done that. Laurel turned me on to a poetry exercise, and I dove in. It provided immense pleasure in the writing. And of course I had to create a venue for it! As with knitting blather, I don’t want to bore my readers here with poetry (because obviously not everyone enjoys or “gets” it, though more folks would if they tried). Curious (and patient, indulgent) readers can read it here.

But I did get out with Husband to purchase a fluffy down comforter and machine-washable duvet. Our old comforter was ratty. I’ll post on that on the knitting/domestic arts blog later. We also saw The Weather Man; excrutiating to watch, bitterly humorous. Poignant for us, since the protagonist’s father is diagnosed with lymphoma, the same illness that killed my father-in-law barely one year ago.

Tomorrow I may draw or garden. Aiming to be true to my offline intention.