old before my time

crocheting with a cat asleep on my lap.
how did it come to this?
I'm actually surprisingly quite content to have to be still. I'm always dashing around on bike or allotmenting or work.
Still reeling from More Than Honey. The bees, the poor poor bees. What have we done? And the excitement of being out on a Friday night. Amongst people. I need a few days in solitary hibernation to cope with the sensory overload.