I have not slept more than four or five hours any night since Sunday. I'm not sure why, but it is beginning to irritate me more than a little bit.
It's also beginning to tell on me. I think I'm getting delusional. For example, last night while I was staring at the ceiling, I calculated that I could potentially finish five more samplers by the end of the year. And three of those involve reversible stitches. And there are only about 16 weeks left in the year. And we have things like Thanksgiving and Christmas, and Dearly Beloved and I have a couple of trips before that.
I'm not delusional. I'm bugnutz crazy.
And this is all I've managed to stitch:
There might have been more if I hadn't managed to miscount or mis-stitch or basically messed up every time I sat down to stitch.
I really need some sleep.