It's March 28th, and it's snowing. Thus keeping up with the tradition of it snowing enough that I will be summoned from my bed by a man honking his suv horn to move my car so that they may plow on my day off. again. dammit.
Ye gods, and early thirty-something (!!) biding her time in the salty air of the Atlantic. I never travel anywhere without some yarn and a couple of pointy sticks, and a book.
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