It doesn't seem as though it has been a four-day work week. I'm whupped. Worked late on Tuesday and Thursday, and Wednesday I came home from school, took a short nap, and went back to attend a night meeting that kept me there until after 9:30.
But worse, I haven't sewn a stitch since Monday. And I've got an important project waiting for me!
My group of friends, the Good Guys, spent much of the early part of this winter worrying about one of our daughters who had been stricken with autoimmune hepatitis. By the time of her diagnosis, she was so sick that she needed to have a liver transplant. The family of a very young -- too young -- man gave her the Gift of Life a couple of months ago.
Rather than feel sorry for herself and ask, "Why me?" my young friend has plunged herself into organizing a fundraiser for the transplant program at her hospital! She's running a kind of a beef and beer event at the end of March. Joe and I will be away the night of the event, but I've been helping some with the quilt that will be raffled off that night, and I've promised to make a beachbag to donate for the raffle, too.
And so rather than write any more now, I'm going to go downstairs and get started on it! Pics in a day or so . . . . .
PS: It's a springer spaniel. Not ours. But we are thinking of getting one!