That doesn't sound like an algorithm that's going to yield a definable limit, Aimee. Oscilllation city.
I'm trying to figure out where to stay in Portland while we visit my sister. It seems to be a lot more difficult than it ought to.
And yay for quilt updates!
If you want us to come there so badly next month, buy us a freaking ticket.
Who'd willingly move back to Michigan from SoCal in January or February? Really. I get the moving-back thing. I get it so well, I've never left my home ground.
Oh, how I hate binding! I'm almost to the last corner, though. Yay!
Okay, so by my calculations, as long as the CAistas stop asking, we're only down to 2024, late 2023 at the earliest. We can work with this.
::hits "Resend" on previous email to entire state of Michigan::
WoooHooo! Last corner is done. I'm in the home stretch.
I was once I Michigan.
And Drew says that his sister was bitten by a moose in Michigan.
That's a lie.
Even a moose has standards.
Perhaps it was a blind moose. Or maybe it did it on a dare. Or it lost a bet.
Maybe it was a llama dressed up like a moose.
Yay! The binding is done! I just might finish this after all.