All Play & No Work
I think we have firmly established that housekeeping is not my forte. The work now play later lessons never took hold. I pretty much play until I can’t move, then I clean up, and then I play some more. Yesterday I wrote about working on the closet in my room – a task that should only be undertaken when someone is at home with me. As much as I love my wool, being buried alive under a twenty two pound “bump” of sheep hair is not on my bucket list.
I was supposed to go back in and finish what I started. I didn’t. After the dream and the writing, and excessive thinking, I just needed to have my attention diverted. Going back into the lion’s den would not have accomplished that goal. So I got my spinning wheel out and made some yarn.
These are the things that crossed my mind as it, and the wheel, spun round and round.