I plan on doing some work. Maye on the machine, for which I still need a great name. It still needs the borders on three sides. And the
star quilt needs to have a back and be quilted.
sure how I feel even now, after lunch. I still may not make it.
I am better on one sense and worse in another. I am better because I have a mighty antibiotic to kill the bad stuff but worse because now my head is stopped up and I am dealing with a new hell. Frank is helping the kids move their stuff out of the house and into storage. I have no idea if they will stay here or at his momma's house or both. I am thinking both.
Regardless, now it begins.
I sure hope they find the debris in the Indian Ocean is the missing plane, because that would at least be closure. And that it is not in the hands of a terrorist wanting to do harm to Israel. Or us. That whole thing is totally incredible. Incredible. Where is it? I cannot imagine the pain the families are in.
I have a class on Tuesday, that I have no desire to put together. I have the rudiments of what I need but I need to find out if I need to cut it out or what. I really don't need another UFO but I want to take the class with Michael. So that is how that goes.
I bought fabrics for that class so I will have to declare that tomorrow.