I'm feeling better now.
My husband brought me some horrible tasting but most wonderfully working medicine Saturday night. After 30 minutes I knew it was helping.
By yesterday afternoon I almost felt like myself again.
I started sewing a little.
And then I saw this:
Don't you hate it when that happens?
I wish I could blame it on being sick. But honestly, I've done it so many times when I've been well.
At least I hadn't sewn the blocks together yet!