It's early in the morning. The house is filled with the sounds of a household preparing for the day's work. My tea is beside me and my cat is on my lap. I have a quick shawl on the needles beside me and a complex stranded sweater opinion my knitting bag.
I really don't feel like working after the day I had yesterday. Some days are like that, I know, but dealing with a few irrational folks have me wanting to just hunker down with a fire in my wood stove and knit until I'm serene (or as close as I ever am to serene) again.
Why wasn't I born a Astor? Never mind, I wouldn't have had the parents I had or the childhood I largely enjoyed.
Off to figure out what to wear for work.
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