"the consolation that love brings to the terrible-ness of life"

I heard this on the radio today, an adaptation of The Women's Room by Marilyn French and this phrase has stuck in my head. I wish I had something prophetic to say about it but it is still weaving it's way through my mind.

I love knit night

Knit night keeps me from going crazy although it was HE's first night back from being away for three weeks. We all squeeze in to my tiny house, drink tea, eat cake, treats including maple syrup scone made by knitwit laugh more, put the world to rights, talk about big things, little things and things that keep you awake at night.

Look what I made, a microphone for knitwit