Raven keeps sitting in this cowboy hat on the floor, evoking Ye Olde Dr Tran memories. Cats, innit. Iffin’ they fit, they sits they sits.
We’re… holding up. Poison has been lovingly interred, and we’ve got her headstone ordered. So at least that’s sorted. I’ve been continuing my bobbin winding to keep my mind quiescent. I’m almost done with my DMCs, then I get to start sorting them. Then I can start the spreadsheet tab for my Anchor threads, rinse, repeat. It’s unexpectedly timely self-soothing through a rough patch. Plus, space saving, etc, etc.