I still can't seem to pick up my needle. I am still so tired. I really miss stitching, too. Didn't think I'd ever say that.
Maybe tomorrow. Maybe.
I have such good intentions (See: Paving My Road to Hell).
I used to love to stitch at night after everyone else was safely tucked into bed, but my eyesight prevents such wild abandon now.
I think I'll have a banana pop and go harass the unsuspecting vipers.