Ribbing, in progress. You know it’s “winter” when I start to knit. It’s comfortingly repetitive, meditative, productive. It’s a good thing to have while sitting in a waiting room, watching TV on occasion, or just to go blank. Going blank feels like a great contrast to all the racing disjointed thoughts that stem from the racing disjointed action around us. It may not be that disjointed, on second thought. Mis-jointed?
Having family close is another wonderful comfort.