Sidetracked

I didn't want this year's MDSW fleeces to be a part of this year's TdF because they are small and I need them to last until next May. God forbid I run out of dirty fleece to wash.

I tried very hard to ignore their existence but the urge to wash was too overwhelming.

If the Tour is on TV the house is supposed to smell like dirty sheep. It's tradition.

 Who doesn't like to play in water in the summer?

 I keep telling myself that I will just store this away for winter and stick to what I already have planned.

I've only got so much time and so many wheels and spindles-which are all full. That pretty Jacob, however, is calling my name. Can't you hear it?