Ugh...

Somedays I swear they're trying to kill us.

[couple of coughs]

And I'm sick of losing all my hard work. [sigh]

At least I made it out ok.

I'm afraid I'll have to postpone any sewing endeavors until the weather becomes more predictable. These little quakes are rather good at surprising me, I'd have gotten myself with a needle a few times already if not for my thimble. My apologies, Grell.

I wonder what they're up to now... Though knowing them it's going to be riddled language until we ( Read more... )