Today my niece came and took away my collection of beads.

( Farewell, my little beads. )

This post was going to be about thinking styles.
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While I sit in my hotel room trying not to die from anxiety about my replacement passport that has to arrive by noon tomorrow or I may not be able to make my trip, I've been finishing the Serenity coat.

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The Zokotou word meter seems to be broken, but Beading Serenity crept past the halfway point today as I listened to James Marsters read me the last bit of Storm Front by Jim Butcher. (It got better toward the end.)

Then I moved on to Dirt Music by Tim Winton (read, I'm pretty sure, by the author ( Read more... )

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