What's that sound?
*earcocks* That sound? "That is the sound of ultimate suffering." That vast and all encompassing silence? Where crickets chirping and the sound of a lone pair of knitting needles clicking away in the dark are magnified by about a billion?
That's the sound created in blogland by the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival.
The sound of no updates. The very far off sound of squeeing when someone scores a prize fleece (thin, high, excited!), or the contented hum of finding just the right spindle. Or perhaps the sound of a poor partner's heart skipping (in joy or terror) when a spinner finds their OTW (One True Wheel), and the accompanying groan of horror from Ye Olde Bank Account. And the *snick* of credit cards sliding through ATMs and card readers, of course.
But all that's very far away. On the other side of the continent, in fact.
If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go chill here in the corner and pout for a bit. Possibly until Monday, when updates about the weekend start rolling in.
That's the sound created in blogland by the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival.
The sound of no updates. The very far off sound of squeeing when someone scores a prize fleece (thin, high, excited!), or the contented hum of finding just the right spindle. Or perhaps the sound of a poor partner's heart skipping (in joy or terror) when a spinner finds their OTW (One True Wheel), and the accompanying groan of horror from Ye Olde Bank Account. And the *snick* of credit cards sliding through ATMs and card readers, of course.
But all that's very far away. On the other side of the continent, in fact.
If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go chill here in the corner and pout for a bit. Possibly until Monday, when updates about the weekend start rolling in.
posted by moiraeknittoo at 11:27 AM
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