I'm still not done the afghan. I feel so fried. I did two hours last night on the hydrangea, and I am getting to that place where it's just a matter of filling in a few stitches here and there. I have the whole weekend to myself; the Dude is off with some boys to beat drums in the jungle. (He's going to Palm Springs with his friends before they break up for the summer, and some move away for good.) I should be able to get a good portion done this weekend.
Unfortunately, I've also started scrapbooking the photos from the birthday party. It's fun--great photos--but it takes away from the stitching time. Now though, for the next 48 hours, my time is mine. All mine.