There will be a pause in weaving activity this week, so that I can give the tendonitis in my left hand a chance to heal. It's very mysterious, as I mouse with my right hand (notice mouse used as verb). Nevertheless, both hands are required for shuttle-throwing and -catching, hence the forced holiday.
(It's hard to be depressed when you see a sunrise like this one. I may have started out a bit too early for my walk, but I was wearing white for high visibility.)
What will I do on my holiday? Try to finish reading Joyce's Ulysses, for one thing. Only about half of it is making sense to me, because of difference in culture, and large gaps in my classical education; nevertheless, I'm enjoying it tremendously. Don't know what I was afraid of all these years!
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