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Quiet

Quiet. It isn't and then it is. 

You know, those brief few moments when you realize you haven't been thinking of anything and you've just been sitting quietly on the couch, knitting your rows. Huh. What time is it? Am I late? Did I just enter a time warp? How do I still have an hour before work and I'm still having all this peaceful fun? By my self.

For some reason this tired body woke up early today. Not the bad kind of early - 4am when you get up to do things because it's better than laying awake in bead for two hours, but the good kind of early- the 7am, fully rested, I can go get a coffee and knit a few rows before anything else is needed of me, early. The quiet in my house, early.

I liked it. 

And so did my parched little soul, who was in desperate need of some refreshment. 

Then I realized that I had made a mistake and needed to rip out the entire thing and start over.

A few minutes later, it was all gone. 

 

Birthday WIne Tasting...

Why is why.