This was supposed to be Day Three of Tudor Embroidery. Since this is all that happened, I'm not counting it.
In all the years I've been stitching, I have realized that anything that is delicate, technically challenging, or labor intensive has to be started in the morning. That pretty much means that if I'm going to work on a project based on or reproduced from needlework prior to, oh, say, 1750--or most whitework--or things worked on gauzy fabric or with fine threads--or finish-finishing--I have to start in the morning hours.
Part of it has to do with the best light where I live is during the morning hours. Part of it has to do with my brain working its best in the morning. Part of it has to do with fewer distractions.
Now, once I get in the zone, I can stitch until either my hands start to scream or I develop severe posterior paralysis (aka numb butt). At that point, I need to do something else.
Today, I got a very late start. That is because I stayed up very late last night doing this: