I got to see Mike yesterday

He gave me nitrile gloves and I gave him a little smidge of pot. It’s always so irritating when pot’s legal at both ends of a journey but you can’t take it in the middle because the American Federal Government is such a hosebag.

But for the rest of it, social distancing. He was leaning up against the Mustang and I’m like…. honestly I thought about our trip to the interior, the winding roads and the soaring mountains and the top down and I thought, miserably, that it will be years before we can do such a thing again.

Made scones yesterday, using the last of the raspberries.

Now to make coffee, since I feel like it.


Mask pattern & Instructions.

Finally! I know what to do with my fabric scraps!!

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