Elly and I snuggled on the couch watching tv. I did a lot of knitting and reading, since an adult person can only actively watch just so much Dinosaur Train. Although I didn't come to any sweeping conclusions, I did make a lot of progress on my project (which is a gift, so I'm not posting any details!)
This all brings me around to what I've been mulling over. What is important to me? Why do I make things? What will I do with what I make? And what is the next deliberate step?
I'm thinking of this poem by Mary Oliver, which ends,
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?