I was talking to Baby Girl, who is working from home three days a week, from her office one day a week, and has a furlough day one day a week, about how much I don't like working from home. Inevitably there is a file I need, or I need to research something in the archives that are not online or digital, or I need to make a copy of something. Actually, I said to her, the only positive thing for me in working from home is that I don't spend an hour in the round-trip commute.
Wait a minute.
I've got an hour back.
And I'm going to use that hour on a sampler, one of the new ones that just arrived. So that''s my plan, I'm going to work on that sampler for an hour every day until we get back to normal, whatever that may be.
Abigail Davis 1820 was the choice, mainly because of the verse:
Teach me to feel anothers woe
To hide the fault I see
That mercy I to others shew
That mercy shew to me.
Seems appropriate for the times we're in.
This is where I got in a couple of hours:
Letters over one . . . as usual, I'm going to get that out of the way before I go to the fun stuff.
Let's hope I don't get it finished before we get back to normal. My electric needle seems to be losing voltage as I get older, and I don't want to think that I'll be working from home for that long.