The waiting game continues. It might be wise ... or otherwise. My mind is lurking around different black alleys all the time. So.... I brushed my dog, spun the wool and now I'm into knitting warm, very warm socks. What I would do without two idle hands? Climbing the walls? Or rather... mountaints.
They are just outside here.... Beautiful and serene.Every black cloud has it's silver lining.
Pieter Bruegel the Elder painting, isn't it?