I’ve attached a new ball of yarn. And the idea is, if I start relevant blog posts like that, I’ll be able to check back easily to make sure that no ball takes more than a fortnight. It’s not much to ask.

  The weather has been dismal, grey, wet, but not as piercingly cold as it was a few days ago.

 Little other news. Helen has been working here again. I got some knitting done this morning (and hope for more before bed). I continue to enjoy “The Whalebone Theatre”. We’re now in Paris in ‘44 — the allies have landed in Normandy but haven’t reached Paris yet. Exciting.

  I agree with you, Mary Lou, (comment Tuesday) that the second half  of the book shifts on its axis. But so did the whole world, in 1939. I’ll deliver a final verdict soon. 

  Wordle: another four, for me. Another stinker— my starters gave me four browns, two v’s, two c’s. Titanic struggle (I hate anagrams.) Success! But it was wrong.

  Line four was right. And when I went back to WordleBot later, it told me after line two that there was only one possibility, after line three that “There was only one possible solution left and this wasn’t it. TheWordYouPut was a valid guess but unlikely to be the solution…”  I’ve been here before. Ridiculous. My guess wasn’t a foreign word or a plural or a past tense. It was a singular noun, and not obscene. 

  No Roger and no Ketki yet today. Ketki is often first of all. The remaining six of us were evenly split between threes and fours.