…don’t mix. I have spent an unseemly amount of time untangling my skein of sock yarn and winding it into balls after Raphael got his fat little hands on it.
Also, UPS, in a stunning display of incompetence, could not manage to get my copy of the Rule of Saint Benedict to me. So I’m now going on retreat without my retreat reading, which is infuriating. Which is not a good frame of mind for going on retreat. Augh.