


I caught a rare shot of sweet, sisterly love a couple of days ago, and thought I'd share it. I really need to get some hard copies of pictures. I haven't had any printed in ages.
I haven't sewn much lately, but I did make a tote for my daughter. She started homeschooling this week and I thought she might use it to carry books or whatever.
It is four o'clock in the morning. I usually only see this time of day dimly, if my bladder awakens me. However, curtsey of an afternoon iced mocha yesterday I've been wide awake since two-thirty. I'm sure you have caught on to the the fact that I'm not normal (if there is such a thing, I kinda have doubts, myself.) Instead of getting a boost of energy immediately after ingesting caffeine, the effect holds off and kicks in many hours after consumption and then my eyes pop open. So I'm thinking I need to get up in the middle of the night and make coffee so I'll wake up perky.
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