Dearly Beloved and I have escaped from responsibilities.
We're on vacation.
After almost forty years of marriage, we've figured out how to do vacations. I like to do things when I have time off from work. Dearly Beloved likes to take naps and read and do less than nothing whenever possible. So, I find an event I want to attend and he goes to wherever it's being held. I attend the event, he does as little as possible, then makes dinner reservations. It works.
I'm on my way to the textile symposium at Winterthur. He has a stack of books and his pillows.
Naturally, I packed needlework:
Notice that they're all small and involve a variety of stitches.
Notice that I'm not stitching on any of them.
I didn't bring my light, and the lighting in this hotel room is less than bright.
I think I'll go to bed early.