A mind is a terrible thing to lose. Yesterday was supposed to be K is for Knitty. This entry was a bit of a stretch with that theme, but L is for London is even worse. I don't care very much. It's my blog and I'll do what I like.
I think that Knitty is a wonderful resource for knitters. I think I'd pay to have access to such great stuff, and I don't have to. That's why I think it is a good thing to click on ads and patronize companies who make Knitty possible.
That's a noble-sounding motive, but I just clicked on something out of pure, selfish interest. There's a tour of London, Bath, and Wales next year, right before my birthday. It'll include a trip to Hay-on-Wye, which I've always wanted to visit. It's a village in Wales that's full of bookstores. It'll include staying in Cardiff. It's geeky, I know, but I want to see places where the Torchwood crew has been. I do not have the cash for this adventure. If I did have the cash, it would go toward replacing the roof of my house and the ceiling in my kitchen. It's good to have goals that you can't reach. It give you room to dream. It also gives a space for some magic to happen. My passport expires next year, so my step in this direction will be to renew it. I can afford that much. Okay, universe, it's your move.