Hooked on the Hectic

Still trying to make sense of it all - the world, the country, its people, my own head (a real jumble in there, I tell ya). Why do crows bother with us; it must be the fast food.
A bright and warm spot of the day was sitting in Barb V’s living room, looking out their large windows to a backyard filled with color and birds, watching, learning, as she showed me how to do the tricky cast-on for the Musselburgh Hat I plan to knit next.
Eric had a good concert where I saw a lot of people I’ve known for quite a few years now, all so heart-warming, but I made a real faux pas I don’t want to go into, apologized,then spent the rest of the evening amazed, alarmed, sorry, reflective: I can be such an idiot. It was a little like a sneeze: you feel it coming, know it’d be better if it didn’t happen, but you sneeze anyway.