I find the longer I go without posting, the harder it is to post. There's the feeling that I need to make up for it with something really interesting.
Well, I've got nothing really interesting.
Life is fine.
Nothing terrible, or terribly funny has happened.
Everyone's healthy.
It's been raining a lot and has turned cool, which I don't mind at all.
We got a new refrigerator, and five minutes after plugging it in the neighborhood lost power for a couple of hours. It wasn't our fault, a tree had fallen due to the rain.
I've been monogamously stitching slowly on this blanket, adding piece by piece to the back, and I still can't stitch a straight line for the life of me.