Brain fog continues, but I am struggling valiantly against it. If I owe you an email (or a book draft), please be patient with me, and enjoy this view of some lovely flowers sent to me in honor of Valentine's Day by the long-suffering husband:
Other than book stuff, I have only been knitting the Black Bunny sloppy seconds sock:
(I decided I would adopt a devil-may-care attitude toward pooling.)
Let's close with a Kute Kid Story.
Yesterday, G. told me she didn't like a boy in her class. "Why?" I asked. She did not hesitate a beat: "Because he brought a burp to school for Show-And-Tell."
I didn't have the heart to tell her it only gets worse.