They might not be giants

Today was the first day of a one-week quilting class - the doinstuff philosophy dictates that whenever possible, I take a week off of work and make stuff - and I feel about as I might feel if I'd spent the day learning to kickbox. I should really learn how to quilt sitting down.



Storms rolled through, those kinds of storms where the thunder seems like it might just be people in the next room banging on metal. Plus today there actually were people in the next room banging on metal.