I am out of words.
The thoughts are there, but I’m a bit bombarded with them at the moment.
They aren’t all negative. I’ve learned to flick the Ms. You Can’t Do That away from me.
I’m just out of words.
I’m busy frogging the blanket I was nearly done with. I didn’t like it, so I get to knit it again, which is seriously fun for me.
*if you aren’t a knitter, the term frogging is used when taking apart something knitted and one starts all over—you know–ribbit, ribbit (in other words, rip it, rip it)
I’m here reading, but I’m thinking…..