The Afghan that Never Ends May Have an End. A Long Way Off.

I have nine rows left. Then I have to stitch together the columns and put a border on the whole thing. I won’t say “never again,” but “not any time soon.”

The AT&T building has expanded the fence further out into their yard. I had a moment this morning, stumbling through the dark, half asleep, when I came upon the new fence and I couldn’t make sense of where I was. I thought I was going to have to call the Butcher and tell him I was… but what?

Then I realized what had happened.