Day 116: Like many of you, I am just trying to stay afloat right now, treading water as I watch the ship sinking, too exhausted to swim, and hoping I won't get caught in the suction as it goes to the bottom. To give myself hope of survival (an illusion, perhaps), I am clinging to the flotsam of normalcy by spinning, weaving, loving Merry, who knows but does not understand why his mama is radiating upset. Picking up on my emotional state, he acts out in reaction, getting on counters, getting into things, including my Purple People Eater wool. I caught him before he'd eaten any of it (at least I hope he hadn't), but he had so thoroughly pawed through the combed top that it might as well have just come off a purple sheep. Fortunately, the piece was only the last foot or so of the ounce, and I was able to spin it, albeit slowly and carefully to keep it smooth. How he got the lid off the freezer container I had it stored in is anybody's guess! He's too clever by half.
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