It seems to me, if a girl is going to have to get by on five hours of sleep, and if she also has a scratchy throat and can feel the congestion building in her head by the minute, then she might be tempted to spend as much time as possible sitting in a cozy spot on the couch, doing very little.
Perhaps this is nature’s way of forcing me to slow down and enjoy the process of adding my very first actual binding to a quilt. A few days ago, the thought of all of that hand-stitching filled me with impatience and boredom. Now the idea of settling down under that nearly finished green quilt and losing myself in the slow, peaceful rhythm of sewing is enticing me, calling me to get started.
And I’ll do it, too. Just as soon as I learn how to slip stitch 🙂