Went to the Winter Wool Gathering in Woodstock, New Brunswick, Canada, today. There were vendors set up selling different fibers and other accessories. There were spinners set up, spinning wool into yarn. Quite honestly, I had to talk myself into going--my being wanted to bow out, to stay home and hibernate, to wallow in my depression. But I'm so glad I went. My friend Louise is a great travel companion and understood my waffling about going. I don't go to Canada nearly often enough.