The web - it's all connected somehow - holding the new grandbaby, traveling, mowing the pasture, winterizing the outdoor pipes, picking up wind fall branches, knitting socks, washing clothes, cutting blackberry canes while they aren't so prickly, creating a new kind of winter stew, sewing a new pattern, rowing on the Verite in Commencement Bay. One thing flows into the other. The spiral keeps adding a fiber. The days just pass by one after the other. It's all good.