Yes, that f is for farenheit, but substitute whatever other f word comes to mind. In this weather, my tiny little dogs still have to go outside, where they shiver and pick up one foot then another and look at me clearly wondering what the eff are we doing out here? And then take forever to circle and sniff and pick out the one and only suitable spot. Makes me grateful for the felted angora mittens I made a couple months ago. They are lined in pure angora, with the outer layer a blend of angora and merino. But there is fun to be had with this farenheit. For me, fun is parking myself near the pellet stove with my dear Rosie and a bag full of foof. I started this bobbin last September but then Rose threw some screws again. Son the College Student took care of that soon after arriving back in town for semester break. I've been spinning a lot since. That's pure angora on the bobbin, natural blue, no processing needed. I think it will be about sport weight once plied. As of last night, I have the bobbin nearly full. There is room on the bobbin to continue spinning the single a bit more, but I think I'm ready to spin another luscious fiber see a finished yarn. The plan: wind it onto my ball winder for a center pull cake, then ply from both ends. That can be tricky with a foofy fiber like angora but the trick is to wind slowly, making sure the path of the single does not wander astray with wobble. Yes, wobble in your wind is what causes all those nasty tangles in a center pull ball. A better ball winder was definitely worth the price.