I have been suffering from the fidgets all day. I have not been able to sit down and focus on anything, no matter what.
I got several more threads stitched into the sky on The Shepherdess before that lost my interest.
You will notice there is only a little bit more to do and the sky will be finished. Could I persevere? Nope!
I was in and out of the stash several times, looking to see what struck my fancy. Nothing grabbed me.
I sewed the linen to scroll bars so I could get the prework done for my next Salty Yarns excursion. And that was the extent of that.
My current book didn't hold my interest. There was nothing I wanted to watch on TV. I went for two walks to see if that would get rid of the fidgets.
I even ironed Dearly Beloved's shirts for the week instead of waiting until the last minute to do one just before he had to put it on to go to work. They're all done. That's when he asked me if I felt OK.
I feel fine. I just have the fidgets. And I hope they go away soon.