Happy fucking Friday, ya’ll. I don’t remember hearing the clock radio this morning, so I woke up confused about the time. Unwilling to remove the sleep mask, I tried to figure out who I shared the bed with without actually moving any part of my body. After an unknown length of time pondering shit like is that him breathing? and you could just kick until you hit someone, I determined the whole household was there. Rather, it was just me and the cats, and I “slept in” until about 6:30. The week caught up with me.
In a burst of productivity, I sewed up several items that were pinned. The work was the continuation of my work with cuffs and waists, finishing off the proper work on two pairs of pants. It would have been three, if I’d had the ambition to deal with a thread and bobbin change. Four, if I wanted to sit down and pin. Instead, I settled for two: one tapestry pair, and the first from the clown quartet.
I also prepped a sheet. It wasn’t a completely wrinkled mess and it was right there. I probably shouldn’t have, not with 7+ WIP bundles to deal with. On the other hand, I also took the time to make sure the resulting pieces’ patterns were properly matched up. Stoned me can be meticulous at times.
Today is Friday, which means we’ll probably go out for dinner tonight. Shawshank has the morning shift, as usual. I’ll go do my human things and then figure out what else I want to do until he comes home.
