Home from London to the snowy plains of New Mexico. England is a magical place and for a couple of weeks my better half and I saw all the artwork we could and listened to as many symphonies as possible. We walked miles in the rain to find a little weaving shop way out in the burbs that had the most wonderful fibers I've seen. The weather was fine most of the time and considerably warmer than back here in New Mexico. But it is marvelous and fantastic to be back home again. The dog is recovering from her depression over being left at home and the cats, well you know how cats are. The dyepots are back on the stove and my fingers cannot spin fast enough to make up for lost time. Today the world is white outside, it is a perfect day for spinning. William Ackerman's Conferring with the Moon is on the CD player, the candles are lit and all the animals are snuggled up for a nap. It is good to be home.