It’s hot. It’s 83 degrees in my house right now, which is a cool breeze compared to what it is outside. By tonight, my house will probably be over 90 degrees.

I, however, am not complaining. I enjoy the heat when there’s nothing I have to do. But it is too hot to clean my house. It is too hot to go to the beach. It is even too hot to knit. As I sat pondering what I could do in the heat, my wheel came to mind, and I’m thinking that it isn’t too hot to spin.

Besides, if you’d been walking by this

(which maliciously snuck out of it’s own bag to lay in plain sight and sing its siren song) for the last few days, would you be able to resist?

I think not.

I am hindered by a sewing injury.

It’s rather deep. I didn’t expect sewing to be a dangerous activity. Aside from the ever present possibility of sewing over my finger, which I didn’t do, I wouldn’t have thought it hazardous. But a random blade on a bobbin thingy bit me, and it hurts.

If it does, in fact, end up being too hot or painful to spin, I’ll muck out my pond.

Actually, I think I’m going to do that first.