Gray skies have become the normal. Dennis has had a full social day. He popped back in at Noon for lunch to do the dishes that were in the sink and then away he went. I brought up the crocheted blocks onto the dining room table. A good solid table to sit up to and the window light, though no sunshine, is still better than the overhead lights in the sewing studio. Plus, it’s nice to have the Christmas tree lights on.
I am slowly weaving my blocks together and I do mean slowly. As I have had a few more birthdays, I find my patience has grown beyond belief. Well . . . maybe only for those things that are sewing studio related. That mellow feeling is bound to carry over to the world that lies beyond my basement steps. The world can only hope that to be true.