Isn't It

Some old fella came up to me at work and asked a question only he didn’t quite figure out if he should call me “sir” or “ma’am” by the time he got to the end of his sentence and in a moment of apparent panic ended up saying “captain” instead. Absolutely made my day.

Richard Calver (Canadian, 1946-2021), Dandelions Rejoicing, 2000. Colour linocut on paper, 18 ¼ x 13 ¼ in. Edition of 50

The tour de fleece posts have begun and I'm feeling envy, I have been slowly (and thus far unsuccessfully) been trying to buy a spinning wheel for weeks.

Spinning wheels aren't that hard to acquire normally, but I want the kind my friend Dafydd invented that folds itself into a little cabinet. And my friend Dafydd is a 70 year old man who builds stuff for fun so I don't know if he has any wheels finished right now or if he'd be willing to make me one. And also I don't have his phone number so I just have to go places he's likely to be until I find him, and the range of places he could be is wide. Last time he disappeared for a few weeks he'd literally gone to Antarctica.

i'm sorry i didn't respond to your DM for 23 days. the number on the notification icon got really big and i began having irrational anxious thoughts such as "what if people are in there trying to contact me"