Having just finished another clinical trial (at work), I am ready to just fall over. It's funny how one paces oneself, holding out to make sure everything gets done, but then when it's all over, one just crashes. And I've crashed. Saw the psydoc this morning and he wants me to go to the "hopsital"(my daughter's pronunciation when she was little) for "2-3 weeks". Very big sigh. I muttered and muttered, so he said, "ok, think about it".
I'm quilting a huge double-bed quilt for my mother that I pieced several years ago, but didn't get any further with. It's great for my current state of mind, as it is just long straight hand-quilted lines, over and over. Will take pic and post it here soon.
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