I really meant to blog on Friday. I had some small progress on Flea Market Souvenir to show. But Sissy fell on some ice while she was walking the dog Thursday night and ended up in the emergency room. I had to walk the dog on Friday. Then take her back to the hospital to pick up her x-rays, on to the orthopedic surgeon they recommended, and then to physical therapy. We decided to have dinner with her to keep her company since we had a last minute plan to head to NYC for a show. More on that here.
On Saturday morning we took the train up to New York. We thought it would be less of a headache than driving, and it was. That gave me a few hours of stitching, but I worked on my birthday exchange. No photos until next month.
What I've realized while stitching in waiting rooms and trains is that I stitch mostly in the interstices of my day. And without working, or waiting, or traveling, there are no interstices. I guess I'm going to have to start scheduling my hobby into my day. That works for me. Because all those stitches these past few days have really made me happy.