We’ve got an agent coming to look at the house tomorrow and take pictures, so we’ve been cleaning, packing, organizing, and basically just wearing ourselves to the bone. And of course, we’re all still so sick we can barely move. So we shuffle like zombies into one area. Sort of move the mess around, then shuffle back to the couch, sit and look at one another. I’ve hit the point now where if it’s clean, it’s clean. And if it’s not, I just don’t care. I’ve done a little bit of stitching late at night, but not a lot.
I know I’ve got Chatelaine’s Polar Lights on the March List of Goals, but I’ve pulled out Chatelaine’s Hawaiian Mandala Garden instead. However, my sister says I can’t start on it until I finish something else first.
“You’re not the boss of me!” I cried.
Still, she’s right. So I’m trying to finish something. Anything. She says the bookmark didn’t count.