I don't usually mention politics here, but like many of my Facebook friends (some of whom are also bloggy friends), I'm shocked by the American election results. I realise that I'm not American and that some people are happy with the new President and - what do I know? - it may turn out ok. I'm trying to reassure myself that the time will come when it'll all be a footnote in history anyway. (Then I suddenly wonder if I'll still be alive at the end of another possible eight-year presidency. I would like to live to find out that things turn out better than we're fearing. I'm feeling quite well at the moment... .)
But what is there to do other than to go for a walk through the autumn leaves
and pin Mr L's railway quilt, prior to quilting it? I must remember never again to make a border with fabric consisting of images in little squares surrounded by slightly inaccurately-drawn black lines. This required a lot of fiddling.
Now I'm going to listen to Haydn's Creation to encourage thoughts of the sublime.