I know. Holes are not very interesting. My son and I went to see a Christmas play years ago about holes. Someone stole all the holes. Donut holes, holes in straws, stuff like that. It was quite a problem for the elves (Christmas elves, of course).
I have this thermal shirt my sister bought for me years ago, with Rocky on the front, so of course I love it. And I have worn it so much, I have lovingly worn holes in the sleeves:
It’s oddly comfortable, like a cozy little home for your thumb. Which is why I’m amused and only partly surprised to find these SEWN INTO my brand new sweater:
And that is all for today. Sickness abounds in our home. Until next time, may you be well and may your thumbs be cozy.