Picture me sitting on my balcony, with a rum drink on the table next to me, with my knitting bag on the floor beside me, and the not-so-quiet sound of a train passing by. That's how I spend my time immediately after coming home on a stressful day. I can do this, because even if the temperature gets into the 80s during the day, it's not humid here, so the balcony isn't too hot to enjoy. On the flipside, if I want to sit on the balcony in the morning, socks and a wool sweater are involved, but since I've resumed my knitting career, both of those are going to be replenishing resources.
Why is this peaceful spot so clutch? I thought this week would be downright quiet when I went to organize myself Monday morning. Note to self, the Universe likes to laugh at people who think they have things under control. Let's all try to keep that in mind for the future, shall we?
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