My lack of stamina, my unexpected flare ups, the pain visits have so sapped my confidence that I have been feeling rather low about my ability to do – anything.
I’m feeling like I need an office again, and I just can’t stand the thought of kicking the family out. Mostly, I don’t have the resources to man the castle and keep the interlopers (aka Gerry, Hannah & Max) at bay. So I’m taking over my corner of the basement.
“All of the roads in front of you appear to be more circuitous than you prefer…”
Why on earth would anyone knit unless they’re making something?