It was in the scrap basket. Buried.
Some stray feather leftover from what-iffing. Whenever.
Left unattended to.
I needed something small. To hold. To attend to.
To give me a sense of being able to help.
I'll mend it into something.
A few stitches then.
My space bar is sticky. If I don't hit it really hard, everythinglookslikethis.
Some small repairs left to the electric will keep things up and down for a few days. So I will be stitching, trying to post a picture now and then. But see you in May.