I’m home. The dog is home. The cat stayed home, so she probably isn’t relieved to be here. Or any moreso, anyway.
I know I’ve been walking on the razor’s edge of anxiety, but I had no idea how bad it’s gotten until I saw this picture of me that my niece took:
And my first thought was “Look how cute I look there! It’s too bad I’m so gross and ugly.”
Which, lord. You know you’re a mess when those two sentences make sense to you back to back.
It was wonderful to see everyone and I had a really nice time. But I’m also glad to be back home.
I got my P.O. Box, so now I just need to write some letters.
And I dyed some yarn yesterday! I wanted to set it in the sun and let that move the dye around the jars, but a friend got me worried that it could bleach out the dye. So, I moved everything into the oven and set the oven to 350 and let the jars sit in the oven at 350 for an hour. Then I turned the oven off and they sit there still, until I have some time to wash and hang them up.