Lest you think this whole blog will eventually be written by others, I've shown up. Boy does it suck to be me right now. I am sick. It's the flu and I wonder what the threshold is before I call the doctor with this. Three days? Fever of xxx?
Last weekend the dude and I headed down to the greater DC area to see bestpal and got to visit with CinDC and some other readers. It was quite nice: beautiful weather, good food, good friends and fabulous conversation when you could hear it above the ruckus being raised by adorable infants and toddlers. We talked stitching for about five minutes because I'm the only one picking up a needle with regularity.
And I'm sure you've witnessed how irregular that has been lately. It turns out this dog is kind of a lot of work. And she sucks the energy out of me by rising between 5:15 and 5:30 and whine-barking. Then she pees, eats, and goes right back to sleep until about three. Ah, good times. She won't be a baby forever...
Even so, I have managed to stitch some on Brett's stocking. This is what it used to look like.