knitting = therapy.

It has been a rough few days — and at this point, the car window feels like the least of it. Yesterday I said goodbye to an incredibly strong woman who taught me how to do things I never thought I’d learn. (Sheep butchering? check.)

This morning, I gave myself an uninterrupted hour of this:

Work and life are going to take me away from my computer this week — maybe I’ll have a finished Rusted Root to share next time.

And for good measure, a sleeping dog. (This is from Monday night, after much adventuring at the dog park and in a friend’s backyard.)