Since you last heard from me...

Yesterday was such a nice day. I opened the door, and it swung shut, several times in a row. So much for a strange winter and shifting foundations. I slid Fat Man over to do his old job.

I've mostly been weaving. The stack on the left is called "cayenne". Pretty close. Then two of the plum color from the previous warp, and some cream.  I try to finish a warp in the color of the warp, rather than risk coming up short of weft.

Today has rained all day. At lunch time there was an email that my new warp was delivered, to my mailbox. Our mailboxes are communal, with boxes on the lower tier of various sizes for delivery of packages. 

I retrieved my box of warp in a reusable grocery bag from the car's back seat. The box was ten or twelve pounds, and I managed it with no fear being in trouble. But what a long way still to go!

Back in the loom room, a glance out at the wet, wet weather. Today was in the fifties and rain all day. Tomorrow the same, then back to winter on Friday.

The cone flowers out the window have great sections of seeds missing. I have never had a cone flower from seed, so I will put the missing seeds down to sparrows. 

And that is most of the news that's fit to print. Laura passed her follow up joint smoking test, as she should have.  

Tomorrow I need to make a trip to the post office, and I believe I'll stop at management's office and see if any plans for one bedroom units have arrived. Sadly, probably nothing until February, the longest month of the year, is past.