Dearly Beloved and I have been married 45 years. I'm not quite sure how that happened, but there it is. As Dearly Beloved put it in one of his less diplomatic moments, it just goes to show that we can survive anything.
I did get flowers, and we had a lovely lunch out.
(What I can't figure out is how I could possibly have been married for 45 years, since I couldn't be old enough for that. I also can't be old enough to have a 40-year-old child, but he claims that's his age.)
Yesterday, we went to visit Mother, who is having difficulty communicating since the last stroke, but otherwise seems happy. She was offered speech therapy and refused. Vehemently. At this point, anyone who can't figure out what she's saying is stupid--that word comes out loud and clear and she has no filters--so we do a lot of smiling and nodding.
All this means is that there has been very little stitching, but I did finish the bargello flap for the Stitcher's Envelope a few minutes ago.