day one hundred nineteen: penultimate
My cat sat behind me for an hour silently judging me.
day one hundred seventeen: all forward progress counts
i wish were as good at weaving as i am at unweaving
day one hundred and eight: DING
welcome to the East, where we celebrate the DING of completion
day ninety-one: as dog is my witness, i will finish this thing tomorrow
i drew a stitch line on the silk binding with a white gel pen