Fail!

I'm super sick and tottering around all confused. You do not want me to record a podcast right now. Why is everything so confusing? Why are my arms being weird and shaky? Nobody knows.

I slept half the day on the world's biggest ottoman (one I built from scratch) in the living room, with the dog cuddled up against me. She loved it. I kind of loved it. Head and shoulders on the purple loveseat. Then I had a fantasy of turning my headboard into a loveseat kind of thing, upholstered and with arms built on. I absolutely could make that happen. Or adapt an existing loveseat to become that. 

Well, not right now. Right now I'm baffled by applesauce.

I might not make it this week. I apologize. Especially to new listeners, but you probably came from the book fair and know how overwhelming and germ-filled that was (alas, it's true) so you get it better than anyone. 

I ate some applesauce and feel like I might shuffle off this mortal coil. I'm sure it's fine. But. Ooooh. 

Here, enjoy this photo of the most comfortable dog in the world on the aforementioned giant ottoman. And an afghan in progress you might recognize from The Icarus Triptych and Mazewood. I had to invent it to match the one Cole has. So there we go.