What Do You Know...
A couple of days this week, the temperature was perilously to 80. Eighty, as in, t-shirts without jackets to walk Tap. Just a couple of minutes ago, I saw this: The old saw "If you don't like the weather in [wherever], just wait..." sets my teeth on edge, but I can hear people saying that about this. All I can hope for is that there will be snow. Here. Right here where I live. I've been trying to knit and cross-stitch a little every day, first to feel productive, second to possibly make a difference in how my fingers feel. First, I have made a tiny bit of progress, second, my fingers feel worse. There's just lots of shrugging on my end at this point.
