Pleased to meet you, won't you guess my name?

The office cleaning was worth it. Sure, my bum still hurts from sitting on the floor in awkward positions all day. Sure the bathroom floor needs a serious amount of attention. I promise I will do it after I wash the dog tomorrow. Because there is no point in cleaning the bathroom floor *before* I wash the dog. Really. But the office cleaning has unblocked my chi or something. I don't know. All I know is that I have ideas coming out of my pores and it's a good thing I have my notebook handy to write it all down. Right now I am swatching that luscious cashmere, and oh my goodness is it luscious. There is graph paper, and pencils, and erasers, and every once in a while I stop to pet the cashmere. Again.

You would pet the cashmere if you had it. You know you would.