Misses Charlene, Jane, Julia, and Beth babysat me for a few hours yesterday and it seemed to do the trick.
Either that, or it was the cheeseburger that I ate that was the approximate size of a Buick.
We'll just never know.
After some time spent stitching at the library, and then again after a nice long snoozy nap, I managed to get the next moteef well under way:
My super secret project for my other guild languishes in its little bag, so I really should do something about that today. The guilt alone is enough to push me forward...I need to get cracking on it!
Thank you, my dears, once again, for your kind and loving words of support and wisdom. I think you know me too well...between missing Stewey, the end of the holidays, and my health issues...it's no wonder I found myself back down in that well. I'm still in it, unfortunately, but at least now I feel like I'm sitting on the floor of it on my ample bottom looking for the stairway out, rather than lying flat on my back and hoping somebody eventually finds me down here!
Sunday is off to a good start. I've got my damn good cup of coffee, the papers, and Ina on the TeeVee!