Monday in February

3 Bobbins of Merino await plying

2 bumps of Wensleydale await spinning

There. Progress. Right before your eyes. Plus, I'm well into Pointelle Sock #2.
Exercise: Weights and cycling on Sunday, cycling only today
Spinning: see above.
Knitting: ibid.
Diet: Broke through a MAJOR threshold this morning. Go me. Go health. Go smaller clothes.

What follows is the sonnet that we including in our wedding, almost 30 years ago. If you work at them, and laugh together, some things will last.

Sonnet CXVI: Let me not to the Marriage of True Minds

By William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov'd,

I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.