Last night was magic. My sweater dried in time for me to bring it to our monthly gathering of makers at the local library. We arrived and found it unexpectedly locked up, so we all just plunked down on the porch and got out our work. We had a lively conversation full of ruckus laughter. When the librarian finally came, we all opted to stay out there. A little later, a gorgeous breeze blew up, so I even got an excuse to wear my sweater in the middle of July. When I went home, my babies were completely content, yet happy to see me. What a great way to end the week!