I think there's a line in Elton John's "Rocket Man" that says something about "I miss the Earth, I miss my life".
Or, maybe it's supposed to be "wife". I don't know. Either way, all I know is that I miss my old life. I miss having an entire day to think about stitching and then do the actual stitching and then write about stitching and then do more of the thinking about stitching.
Stewey is completely miffed that we seem to have fallen into a terrible trap of....nothingness....that includes a lot of bad TeeVee and even worse meals. I suspect that if I don't clean up my act soon he's going to hit the road for greener pastures. (I swear I came home the other day to find him furiously stuffing smoking jackets into his little valise while simultaneously berating his stuffed toys for not being more helpful.)
The good news, though, is that I actually had wonderful dreams last night that I WAS stitching. Nothing too Earth-shattering, mind you. Just a very pleasant nine and a half hours of dreaming that I was sitting in a lovely comfy chair with a pretty blanket over my legs stitching away on something wonderful.
I awoke hopeful.
So here's to a Thursday on which I, the Spinster Stitcher Her Very Self, do so solemnly swear to pick up a needle and poke something with it before days' end.
How 'bout you?