So who comes up with this stuff?

Yes, that is a sign that states that the speed limit is 9 miles per hour. This is a sign that sits outside my workplace. Now, my question is who comes up with this stuff? What makes 9 mph safer than 10, or 8? These signs are posted all over the parking lot. Do they mean for us to take them seriously? I drive a stick-shift, how am I supposed to maintain a steady 9 mph ever?

I suppose that I shall never understand.

And this is what I did this weekend:




















I spun at a demo at a renaissance festival. Some of you who know me better than others may know that this is not my wheel that I am spinning on here. This is because on Saturday the Gods of Yarn-Making decided that Cassa should not be allowed to spin on her wheel anymore. They decided that since Cassa came prepared, she could spin on her spindle on Saturday. Now, Aubrey, the Benevolent Dictator of the spinning guild decided that she would allow Cassa many hours of happy wheel-spinning on Sunday, and brought the above wheel for her to borrow. Keep in mind that this was done in spite of the Gods of Yarn-Making, for which Cassa is in awe of Aubrey for spiting (not to be confused with spitting-totally different).

Leave it to say this story has a happy ending as I now have a full bobbin of that lovely fluffy stuff that I bought from Kae thanks to the wonderful wool-pushing, um, I mean generosity of Aubrey, the Benevolent Dictator.

After this weekend though, I got really sick, and as of this evening have no voice. As this is the case, I am going to go lay my aching head down on the couch and sleep like there's no tomorrow. Luckily, my manager is letting me do things tomorrow that do not require the usual conversing with customers. I'll be able to get to the doctor on Thursday, where I'm sure he'll tell me that I have a sinus infection and a throat infection and prescribe me anti-biotics. Ugh....

I wish I felt good enough to spin.