Here we still are. Going slowly, getting used to new things and liking most of it. Days and weeks pass by and the new rhythm is more and more comfortable. But I've missed this space. The unintended break grew way too long.
The dark grey - almost black - tiles of an old shed's roof in the first picture are like my new favorite cardigan. Keeping me sheltered, keeping me safe. Again I casted on for this wonderful pattern and loved it as much as in the first time around.