Would have finished _The Golden Fleece_ last night, but felt drowsy and had to set it aside to sleep (the objective of my reading in bed).

Fascinated by the cones of thread that Ariadne showed Theseus (one into the labyrinth and one out of it). Whenever I come upon thread in any myth I cannot help but think of knitting and of friends who knit or handle yarn or thread. Thread in myths seems to be an archetype of salvation, of escape, of freedom, of life, and of death, and I am happy that I actually use it to knit artworks.