Just when I thought I'd be in trouble my mother replenished my antique lace collection. These won't be the last lace notebooks for now after all; I already have plans for some of those new-to-me gems.

My wrists are all achy again, so I need to limit the time of detailed and repetitive work for a couple of days at least. Less time typing, less time creating, more time reading, perhaps. Currently working my way through a stack of Oliver Sacks books. As a person with weird brain I find it endlessly fascinating to read about people with even weirder brain. Sacks' true stories often read like fiction but I have enough faith in him to trust that they're real, which allows me to take a tiny break from thinking and analyzing whether or not something works or is possible. So, yeah, I'm going to now go and zone out reading neurology stuff.