I had intended to write a post telling you all about my exciting weekend, which included some fiber bartering and selling, the acquisition of a drum carder, an overnight guest, and knitting this afternoon. I have pictures and everything. However, Conor seems to have shared a stomach bug with me, and I don't think I have the ability to write a cohesive post at this time. So it's into the bathtub (claw footed, big enough to float in) with some bath salts to help me relax, and then into bed.
I leave you with this poem, and a picture of Gerard helping Judy knit last night by holding her yarn so it wouldn't escape.
Think in the morning.
Act in the noon.
Eat in the evening.
Sleep at night.
Good advice for us all. Since it is night, I will follow Mr. Blake's advice and sleep.