My Monday afternoon sore throat blossomed into laryngitis by suppertime last night, evidenced by this "conversation" Durwood and I had. I almost called Mrs. Boss to say that I wouldn't be able to work since I couldn't talk on the phone but I'm better today. I still sound like a Muppet but I can talk out loud.
I didn't knit and I didn't sew yesterday since I felt like flambeed poo, so this is all you get.
February 3--Tom Till, Li River, China. From the top of the hill Tom thought the river valley looked like a mosaic done in greens and browns. The river was flat and slow-moving this time of year. The fields were the bright green of early summer and the rice paddies looked like shards of mirror in the gray light. He watched a small boat with a single occupant scribe a silver line down the center of the river.
And it's snowing again, but this time it's big, puffy flakes and not a lot of wind. Oh well, this is winter in Wisconsin and to be expected. If you're looking, a "For Sale" sign popped up in the yard of the house across the street in the midst of the storm yesterday. I know you'd have me for a neighbor but I promise I'd keep the telescope and binoculars put away. Promise. Think about it. Off to work.