that’s a good thing, I think.  Sometimes I think that way, anyway.  Except for that “chest clutching” feeling I get when I begin to feel overwhelmed.  It’s okay– I’m not dying or anything it’s just that my job is busy and that’s good . . . for now.

At night, I’m sewing and sewing and sewing.  Lots to do and never enough time to do it in.  I’m going to try some tricks with quilting this weekend so that should be tons of fun– cross your fingers that I don’t end up seam-ripping it all out!