I am home safe and sound in the Happy Chair with a grateful heart that you all were able to get me through my morning. I'm not going to sugar coat it...there were lots of tears and hysterics and panic, and a little dry heaving, but once I got out of the car and into the lobby I was able to semi pull it together.
The kind souls in every department took great pity on me, and not one person questioned the fact that I was clutching a skein of Watercolours Tahiti so hard I gave myself a forearm cramp. I closed my eyes, whispered a few prayers, and then imagined that we were all hanging out on a beautiful porch overlooking water with stitching, dietCokes, and Stewey.
Bosco and I are going to hit the big girl sleigh bed for a nap. Needless to say, there wasn't a whole lot of resting achieved last night, and I'm a bit...woozy.
Thank you, my dear friends. Once again, your love, encouragement, and support have pulled me from the very depths. You should all get a medal or something, but all I have to offer is my eternal gratitude!
Back to stitchy stuff tomorrow, I promise! Hope your Thursday is swell!