We are working hard to have all the stock we want for the upcoming events, but I feel like I am not doing my fair share. I am operating in the midst of a fog.
Every morning I wake up and lie very still, hoping that my headache is gone.
I wait for the day. It's gonna be RED LETTER.
I am not going to whine about it, I'm even sick of hearing myself mention it. How bad is that?
Anyway, here is a roll of rugs hot off the loom that L is weaving on.
And here is my 'stack in progress'............I know, I better get busy.
I love the ends of them all stacked up.
I left the studio early, again. I am such a slacker. I had a few errands to run, and wanted to visit my cousin in the hospital, and well, you know.......I felt like crap.
My cousin has been to the ER many times in the last few months, with no resolution. He has felt awful, looked awful, and was even disoriented and confused. This morning, in the ER again, his heart stopped beating, twice, and he started seizing. As horrible as that all sounds, at least there was a doctor leaning over him at the very moment it happened.
When I saw him in the recovery room this afternoon, with a brand new pacemaker installed, he looked like his old self, and when I said I came to kick his butt, he laughed, and said, that finally, he felt like himself.
Gratitude comes in all sizes. When you least expect it. Mostly it comes when you need it.