Today was a day.
A busy day.
A good day, but a bad day.
One of those days when you:
And then, despite all of the headache, you watch your baby, the biggest shipment of yarn you've ever prepared, go sailing off in a truck, neatly tucked into its cradle box, and you feel a teeny bit of relief. And you eat some cookies and drink some tea. And you know that everything will be OK, and that tomorrow the printer and labels and tape will not seem like such a big deal. Really, in the grand scheme of things, not being able to find your hole puncher is pretty miniscule.
So it's been a day, a good day and a bad one. I think those of you heading to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival next weekend will thank me.
How about you?