Doomed to Disappointment

I think you know that my tuxedo, Stitch, is my baby, right?  He hangs around me all the time unless he's outside catting around, and he's often in the Sweat Shop with me unless he becomes tiresomely attention-needy, at which point I'll usually nudge him out the door so I can get something done.  So THIS position of waiting outside the Sweat Shop door is not unusual . . .

But tonight he's going to be waiting here for me to head into the Sweat Shop for a very long, long time.  Because I'm going to bed instead.  I think I'm coming down with a cold.  I know, right?  I can't believe it EITHER!  Didn't I JUST GET OVER a whopper of a cold that hung on for about a MONTH?!!  I'm still hoping it's allergies, but I didn't sleep well last night because of that heavy, congested feeling that goes along with a cold and I've been feeling kind of nasty all day.  In fact, right now I have a headache that's threatening to cause my head to explode.  Or maybe the headache is because I just had a long online chat with my bank, explaining why I activated my new ATM card and cut up the old card, only to later find out the card I activated went to a rarely used account at the same back.  So I cut up my "good" ATM card for nothing and now I have to wait until that one is replaced.

Yep, I need to go to bed.

But let me show you this first.  I thought I'd have it done by now, but due to one thing and another . . . well, I only have one corner done and the other corner (opposite bottom corner) left to do.

And I'm not entirely sure it doesn't need to go a little longer, because the pattern shows a longer vine across the top and down the side.  But at least I'm making some progress, right?

If Stitch had little kitty pom-poms and sat at the door cheering me on every night, maybe I'd have gotten farther.  If only I'd won that football pool, I could have bought little kitty pom-poms.  Gosh, I wonder if I'm running a fever?