Two friends chat about knitting, spinning, food, nature & cats along with their musings on the errata of daily life.
And the blogosphere echoes with emptiness as Cindy squeezes in reading and neglects all crafts . . .
I have started over. I felt like in the rush to read it I may have missed some subtle points. DH woke me up at 7:30 Sunday morning with "Does Harry die?" He then threatened to tickle me awake until I'd tell him what happened. I think he may have cheated and looked it up on Wikipedia.
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