One of my friends Suzi M posted on her facebook page, well, folks. We can breathe again until the next one, because we know there will be a next one, right?I am pretty sure I will need big time meds to get through any more of these. I guess I need to go see a a PTSD specialist. This was so draining that I am still exhausted.
I put the stuff in my sewing room back down where it is supposed to be. I vacuumed all the nooks and crannies that don't normally get attention. And I cleaned out the EyeVac that picks up all my stray pieces of fabric when I drop them. Wow, what a pile of dirt!
The Sewing Room is nowhere even close to neat and tidy. I need to clear up about 40 things I have started and are languishing in various stages of unfinished-ness.
I have a trip coming up to the Festival of Quilts in Birmingham England in a couple weeks. I might just sleep until then, get on the plane and lose myself in the clouds.
