Tuesday, April 6, 2010
The 11th Hour
I sobbed my way home from the airport after dropping off son #2 this afternoon and then had some quiet me time on the deck with a bag of newly arrived washed Corriedale. I wish I could say it was a cure for my post holiday blues but the fiber was full of neps and short cuts. I was VERY disappointed. Being sad and mad at the same time isn't much fun. To make it worse, these were my last few precious hours of spring break.