It’s Wednesday, which is not saying much. There’s another fire, this one up in Sam’s Valley, where we considered living once, back when gas was cheap and we thought we were a cis het couple healthy enough to farm. These days we’re leaning toward restoring a cottage in a liberal college town that practically radiates rainbows. And by restoring I mean paying college kids to do it for us. Also paying other people to farm for us, also known as shopping at the local co-op. We tried a CSA and got waaaay more eggplant than we knew what to do with, among other things, so co-op. Also less fire danger.
Taking a couple of days off to rest your uterus does wonders for your knitting output BTW. Also for your Netflix queue. Pictures sooner or later, likely when I can afford pillow forms.
Day 42 of the apocalypse. Another fire does not help.
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