Before all the kitty sitting/Daddio hospital drama exploded on me, I was on quite a roll with my latest dishtowel kit. I didn't care that I had goofed it up. I was enjoying every tedious step of the warping process.
That mojo has vanished, however and in it's place is complete angst for my inability to get it back. I need a few days of down time to get there and that isn't happening this week. Daddio and I have some pre-op appointments to keep and that's going to keep me pretty riled up for a while. I also need The Mister to go take a hike for a few hours so I can have a chance to think without his background noise playing over and over in my head. Boy, do I sound grumpy. Somebody needs a nap.