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It's raining, and I am conveniently on the bus that stops in front of my building.
I had an exhausting week, but the weekend has topped me up enough to make today work.
Saturday I gave away my soccer tickets (to a thrilled Mexican coworker) in order to do nothing. We watched the game on TV and ate amazing leftovers.
Sunday we journeyed to the wilds of the Snoqualmie valley and spent a sweet afternoon at Camlann. It was kind of the anti-renfaire, ruthlessly uncommercial and historically accurate. My inner D&D nerd (learning about arrow point design) and fiber nerd (Cotswold sheep! Weaving! Lucet! Dyeing!) were both well-pleased. We didn't stay for the Michaelmas feast, but we did get pottage on a trencher for lunch. They aren't very good at making clear that you *can* buy things there, but I did manage to walk away with their cookbook, which included the recipe for the plum dessert C had.
I still had a wee bit of energy left afterward to go have dinner and knitting in front of the TV with my Thursday knittas. I don't like fresh tomatoes, but knitta D grows delicious tiny ones in a container garden on her patio and they make her salads amazing. (I brought home a little bag of them for C, who has been eating them like candy.)