I retreated into my shell again. Writing any words in public feels like sticking my soft and squishy sluggy snail head out to be trodden on so I don't. But I can see and hear everything from in here so I am still listening and reading and caring. Which is the important bit I think
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Cat snores.
The knitting is non admirable. The jungle of yarn that has taken onver my house is.
*more feeler wiggling:
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:)
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I've always loved Nautilus shells -- my dad was a marine biologist and owned at least half a dozen of them.
Welcome back! I feel for your hours. Hope you're at least thinking about possible ways to spend the money on something fun, even if you haven't come up with any yet. :)
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My hours pale into laziness beside your hours. I know this. AND I AM NOT ALLOWED TO BUY MORE WOOL! Excuse the shouting, but volume makes it true, you know?
Hello.
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I can see why you and Dody got on so well. Your mind leaps about like hers. Leapity-leap! *adores*
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Oh well.
*turns my me-self into a shiny reflective being so you can bask in your own adoration*
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