1. I surprise myself by picking the fancier option for lunch. It’s nothing like I expected but delicious.

2. The chaffinch hops back and forth along the balcony, looking in through the window. I want to feed it some crumbs but know that if I’m not careful, I’ll find the chaffinch’s head in a cat’s mouth. And that’s why I spent a portion of my Friday evening trying to throw bits of slightly stale cream crackers into the gutter above the bay window.

3. I notice how the shape of the finished stitch changes depending on whether I hold the loop to one side or another. I feel a new level of understanding and control.