Everything gets a bit harder to navigate when a sinkhole unexpectedly forms in the middle of one's life.
Molly and I are learning that every family benefits from having at least one adult in the family. And I think Molly is slowly coming to the realization that it won't be me stepping up to the plate to fill Buddy's boots.
I did finally finish sewing the Portland frog. It took so long I had to make him a donut to sustain him. The black fabric will become an outline and then I will put him in an urban environment. I think that's why he looks a bit horrified. (The frog is 5 feet tall).
