Or taking a break?
I came home from work, fell into the wing chair, and stared at Rebekah French.
And I absolutely could not pick up a needle to work on her tonight.
Now part of this may be due to the fact that I woke up at 4:18 this morning and could not go back to sleep, so I've been dragging all day. Part of it may be due to the fact that we're having our family Thanksgiving on Saturday, and I am not ready for Mother's white glove inspection--she may have had a stroke, but she can still spot a speck of dust from the length of a football field. And part of it may be due to the fact that I've already finished three big samplers this year and I need to play with something else for a few days.
However, what I believe I will do is go to bed early tonight.
As soon as I dust again. And vacuum. And dust again in case the vacuum stirs anything up.