I didn't do much all day. I had done the cleaning and laundry before the holiday. I sat and crocheted. I piddled around the house without tackling anything. I finally went to the post office and then stopped to buy another skein of yarn and a bottle of wine for dinner. Comfort food for a comfortable day. Something slow braising and non-complicated. Like my day.
So I sat and smelled the aroma swirling around the doorways, catching me sitting and pausing. The only activity was my busy fingers pulling and tucking yarn into small and intricate patterns. I'm almost finished. Another half inch or so to go but the day wound down absolutely quietly and refreshingly.
It's what I needed. It's what I got.
TT
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