What do people who don't stitch do?

That's the question I always ask, primarily when the TV is on and the programming is interesting but not compelling--and even then, I can usually keep up with the action as well as my needle.

But today, I haven't stitched.

I read the Sunday paper and looked at most of the advertising supplements.

We had a leisurely lunch.

We went to a movie.

We went to Target to pick up one thing and came home with half a dozen. Typical.

I baked a peach cobbler.

We changed the linens on the bed.

We had dinner.

I balanced the checkbook and paid a couple of bills.

Dearly Beloved loaded the dishwasher.

I talked to Baby Girl on the phone a couple of times in between all of this.

I'm thinking about packing my lunch for tomorrow. My clothes are already laid out.

But I'm starting to get twitchy. I have a couple of hours before I need to go to bed so I can stagger out when the alarm goes off. I think I'll stitch.