The only problem with spinning class

is that it was on Thursday nights. Leaving me, on Friday, stuck at work trying to decipher someone else's old code, while desperately wanting to be home with the wheel and the combed merino top and the newly-learned worsted-spinning technique. It's gray and rainy outside, too, the perfect weather for staying inside with a cup of tea and a nice pile of warm wool. Whine, whine. I'm going to go self-medicate with York Peppermint Patties now.