Those who remember Beatrix Potter's stories will remember the charms of the foxy whiskered gentleman. I'm lucky enough to have one of my own, so my card to him on Tuesday was this delightful one from the very lovely Claire Hartigan. I had a cup of happiness in return. I've filled it this week with a fiery coldbuster from Leon, in an attempt to ward off nasties. It should have been a week for getting things done -- wearisomely, almost nothing's been done at all. I have the fear, but instead of dealing with it, I'm learning a new technique for turning a heel on a sock. God help me.
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