I’m feeling a little punk still from the surgery and the Vicodin (I didn’t mention this, did I?). I hope I can make up (or at least make you forget) by showing some pics of my new love:
She and I have been talking, and trying to overcome our language barrier (she’s Polish, you know). I’m starting to understand her name, but I’ll have to get back to you on it. In this Vicodin stupor, all I can say is: I love her.
Finally, in honor of the surgery, Terry made some scones for me:
I’m sure the shape was just a coincidence, right?
Cygknit 