To start, our cat died. And we were sick, but the cat dying really kicked the Husband and I in the emotional teeth and we spent a good two weeks doing very little between grief for the cat and everything else in the news… ___ … 🇺🇸🆘
I’m taking my silversmithing class, finally.
No Mandolin or French lessons to date. But I purchased the textbooks for the latter and have continued nearly daily practice on the former.
I’ve finished 6 books:
The Kingdom of Sweets, Erika Johansen - fun little retelling of the Nutcracker, but Drosselmeyer is a bad wizard, Clara is not the main character, and the Sugar Plum Fairy is sort of an eldritch horror? It was fun.
The Visitors, Jessi Jezewska Stevens - Time and place: Occupy Wallstreet. Main character, a weaver who refuses to weave haunted by a floating invisible gnome. Sapphic and Awkward in the best way. Was a bit of an anxiety fest but really picks up in those last 50 pages.
Shift, Hugh Howey - Book 2 of the Silo series. So good I immediately dove into…
Dust, Hugh Howey - So happy with this series.
A book I was a beta reader for.
Station Eleven - I picked this up because of the show (like you do) and Emily St. John Mandel can really write. I love books where I look up and hours have passed and I haven’t noticed because I’ve become fully immersed.
Gym - I’ve been. Twice. Better than nothing?
Voynich - I’m so tired of drawing tiny people.
Quilt - There’s only two weeks of data left to track, and then I really need to get back to sewing.
House Destash - In progress.
Honestly this has been such a cluster of a year so far it’s kind of amazing I’ve done anything at all.