NONE DARE CALL IT HUMMUS: substitutions and …

Phew. Well, we’re well in it now, and in between panic attacks I’m starting to feel a little more normal. Settling in. My town closed its hiking trails, which threw me for a loop emotionally (honestly that’s been the worst thing for me so far in terms of my equilibrium) but I have recovered from that bout of paralysis enough to cut some rectangles out of scrap cloth and old bandannas and start contemplating my next move. (Which, sadly, is hand-sewing, because I don’t have a sewing machine.)

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