I haven’t written a word in eight days — EIGHT DAYS of sitting on the floor sewing and sewing and sewing. My knees are sore. My back is sore. My hands are sore. My eyes are sore … My body hurt less mountain climbing. But it’s all for my children — that’s what I keep telling myself. I’m making heart-felt Christmas presents for my little girls, but the joy and the love are fading with every straight pin I step and/or sit on and every pop from every aging joint in my body (I haven’t written “ARGGGG” in a long time). I have so much to write about and absolutely no brain or energy or motivation to spew the words.

I shall return. I promise. Unless I die.