It is Thursday, May 14. I got home last Saturday from a three-states-in ten days- whirlwind of teaching and am just about recovered. Mother's Day was pretty restful: I told my kids that if they wanted to see me, they had to come here. So my daughters came, brought tulips, and put out a lovely spread for Sunday brunch,chez moi.
All week I have alternated between crashing on the sofa and walking a couple of miles a day in this New Jersey windy, October-like weather, to get rid of the extra lbs. I gained while I was away. This happens every time: I am well-fed and there is no time or place for exercise.
Mostly, my brain has been on the back burner (without a pilot light) for the past several days. It's a luxury, I must admit, to do nothing. But it is time to start doing something.
Finally, after four hours of therapy sewing tonight, the beginnings of a string quilt on the wall, for a nw baby. I throw them up as I finish them and will worry about placement when I have enough to play with. Trying to get rid of all he strips but of course, haven't made a dent. Nonetheless, this mindless sewing has been just what I needed. It is a start.
This is the latest I have been up all week, and I think it is time to end my day.