I am a really bad good friend. I hate the phone because there is more to a conversation then words. I am a reader... I spend most of my time thinking about dinner. I can go from lethargic house plant to O.C.D., A.D.D. monkey faster than you can blink. I like snail mail. Felted wool gives me wood. I hate the cold that hurts my bones and keeps my perishables fresh.
