I started packing this weekend since the boys were away for a long weekend with their dad. We don’t move until October, but it kept me occupied and was a more pleasant alternative to attempting to work or sleep.
When packing became too dreary, I turned to the sewing machine and made a gift for a friend who has been especially good to me. (She even got me to come out with her and a group of friends Saturday night.)
I made her an apron. She teaches cooking classes and is one of the best cooks I know.
When I finished that and still didn’t feel like working, I started in on a quilt for a friend in Australia who is having a baby. A girl, in case you couldn’t tell from my choice of palette. I only finished nine blocks before deciding I must! absolutely! work on that really long translation due very soon, and then I very responsibly put all my fabric away and got to work.
But not before writing this post.