I forget sometimes that too much sewing makes me cranky and edgy. Quilting is such a crazy obsession.
It's Sunday night and I've been sewing for a good part of three days. That's probably about a half day too long. Friday I stayed home from work, sick with a stomach bug, and I slept and rested until late afternoon, but then I got started on the Friday Night Sew-In, and the rest is history. The stomach bug continued to annoy me on and off the rest of the weekend--enough, anyway, that I didn't feel up to going out and doing anything. Add to that the fact that Hubby slipped and fell in the kitchen Friday night and ended up with a torn meniscus, and you can imagine that neither one of us has felt very motivated. Hubby DID manage to go to a movie with his brother today, but most of the weekend, he's been taking pain medications and then sleeping them off in his recliner while I sew.
Now I have cabin fever. Tomorrow's a holiday from work--Martin Luther King, Jr., Day. I think I'll get out of the house and run some errands. I have an embroidery class with Gran too. Part of me just wants to stay home and sew some more--is that crazy, or what?! Of course, the other part of me says I should get out of the house, take a break, and DO something else. So I will. And I'll probably sew a little too--because I must. Quilting, the new crack. Yeah, I think that's what it is.