Someday I will learn to be superstitious and I will knock on wood when I say things like “this will finally be a normal week.” Also? I will have a teenaged helper here with me tomorrow. I plan to work his fingers to the bone. Poor boy.Read More: Normal week?
Tech company worker bee by day; yarn, polymer clay, and fabric aficionado by night. If it sits still long enough and looks pretty, I will photograph it. I’m married to a sci-fi editor, and am mother to two highly-entertaining young men.
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