Little Boxes

I've started the prework for another Betsy Morgan class.

This is not the Betsy Morgan class I'm taking this coming week-end. This is the Betsy Morgan class I will be taking in June. It appears that I am fond of Betsy Morgan classes.  I almost dread to see what she is going to show us for future projects because I will likely want them, too.

However, this evening may not see any stitching accomplished. Our Fearless Leader, head of our department, is abandoning us to take another position in the company. She took us all out to lunch today at the restaurant we tend to prefer, mainly because of their guacamole. After the guac and chips and enchiladas and beans and rice, I have been in a carb coma all afternoon. We had a chef's salad  tonight for dinner--but I'm still ready to go facedown into the keyboard.  And that's after taking a walk after work to get the blood circulating. I think all it did was relax me that much more.

I foresee an early night.