(Speaking of which...I dreamed about Stewey last night for the first time since his passing. Not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing, but...he was there and I could almost feel his soft downy-ness and smell his baby shampoo-ness right there in the big girl sleigh bed.)
It's almost 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and so far all I've managed to do is read newspapers, an old New Yorker, and eat a little quiche.
Actually, quite blissful.
I promised myself that today I would give stitching another go, but this time I would put the iPad away to avoid distractions. Guess I better get to it.
Hope your weekend is going swimmingly and that you are doing exactly what you want to do!