Thought my son and I were going to die today...and we could have. As it was, we only spun off the road and into the ditch, missing the rock face by a couple of feet. And I realized: I don't really want to die. I want to not be in pain, to not feel humiliated and ashamed and rejected. Nobody wants to feel those things and it's not the same as not wanting to live.

Got a lot done last night, washed a lot of fleece, including some lovely Wensleydale.

Am making a lacy crocheted scarf with the wool silk blend, having found patterns that use only a skein (about 220 yards) of yarn or less. The 6-8" that I've made so far is really nice. :-)