Right now, it’s bird by bird* here. I’m pretty okay with that. After all, it seems to work for knitting. Can you tell the Terra has grown? Only 20 more rows to the lace …
It’s squishy and wonderful and really the only thing that keeps me in my chair some days.
Inspired by Nadine’s recent peek at her home office, I thought I’d share too. What you don’t see: the heating pad that is soothing my physical therapy bruises (the bad man found lots of places that hurt … made them feel better by poking really hard, then sent me on my way to await the inevitable = ouch).
Now, back to the next bird.
* If you don’t already know Anne Lamott, her writing is lovely. Bird by Bird — and, well, Lucky Jim (but that’s another story) — have both gotten me through the tight spots. Maybe Calvin Trillin and Elizabeth Zimmermann, too. And countless detective stories.
