I have been totally discombobulated.
I realized that Monday is December. Like, really? What happened to August? But then it's been November for 6 months. Except for the last week. I really don't know what happened to last week.
And it still feels a little like 2020.
The halls are being decked. Slowly. The guest room bed is being cleared so the Saint will have somewhere to sleep when she comes for our family's combination Thanksgiving/Christmas celebration next weekend. This is also happening slowly.
Apparently I am moving slowly. Possibly because the Arctic Blast has returned and I'm frozen.
Anyway, there was a wee little bit of stitching done.
But it is likely that the finishing will also go slowly.
Everything else is.
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