Just another GR refugee. Other than that, I had a stroke in 2004, and read almost anything I can get my hands on, though I have a particular weakness for history, mystery, and historical fiction.
Earlier this afternoon I was reaching into the utensils drawer for a pair of tongs, and accidentally sliced my left index finger on the pizza wheel.
And tomorrow I leave for my knitting retreat.
Unlike most Americans, my left hand does most of the work in my knitting. (I knit "Continental.")
This should be interesting.
(I'm due back Sunday.)