IN WHICH WE PUT OURSELVES INTO TIME OUT...

 I'm pretty sure it's a medication issue, but my dreams lately have been...troubled. They're pretty much long mini-movies in which I am angry, frustrated, looking for a bathroom, or trapped under something heavy.

And then I wake up "in a mood" and my poor Jersey Boy wants to talk about coronavirus numbers or politics or the college football poll and my head wants to explode. 

Fortunately, today I had the good sense to excuse myself to the big girl sleigh bed to breathe, read the papers, and just calm the heck down already. Dr Melfi will call me in about a half hour for our chat, and hopefully can provide some insight into what's fritzing me out.

The thing that confuses me is that I am healthy, happy, and content. I spoke to my transplant co-ordinator at IU on the phone yesterday and confirmed that I am still atop the list for a type B cadaver kidney, I am below my target weight, stitching like a Singer sewing machine (the really old fashioned kind that you powered by hand), and looking forward to Christmas like the Griswold I am.

So why would the mean, tired, petty, and stupid part of my brain decide NOW to rear her ugly little head?

Mysteries abound.

On the stitchy front, I decided that I really am, in fact, a boob. When the lovely ladies at needlepoint.com asked me if I wanted any sparkle/bling for the Mindy Christmas Heart canvas, I said "Oh...no thank you. I like matchy macthy and just want all of the same thread without any bling" and they sent Vineyard Silk.

I finished all of the colors except the white and sat down last night and realized that some of the white parts of the canvas ABSOLUTELY needed to have some bling/sparkle, so out came the thread box and  a substitution was made:

You can't see it at all in my craptastic photo, but the leaves are stitched in Sparkle Braid...a Rainbow Gallery thread with just the perfect amount of twinkle. I think I will use it for the snowflakes and polka dots, with the simple white silk for the other areas of white.

Hopefully this will be completed by the end of treatment tomorrow. I managed to stitch almost the entire time yesterday, and am committed to doing that again going forward. The secret, I think, is to pick projects that are a) needlepoint and therefore on canvas, b) about this size, which is 10 inches square, and c) don't require a chart or diagram to hold in addition to the project. 

Not having to strand threads is also very helpful.

I'm grounded from spending money on anything non-transplant related, but I am going to save my pin money to purchase a few more of these hearts. I think there are six or seven more in the series.

So that's my grumbly navel-gazing stitchy life report for the day, Dearies. I hope that wherever you are today is warm and safe and happy. Come tell me all a out it!