Today I am not so anxious, crazed, or out of control. I had a short blip in my health journey, and have paid for it dearly. All things are returning to normal. Each day I feel better and don't feel like I will have to cancel the trip to Utah. Clyde continues to be optimistic ("we'll just tie you to the hood") and has over-planned and measured eveything to the optimum. I let my band get too tight. I thought I had it under control, I really did't have time for an appointment , I could make it. It was too tight to began with, but when mammoth stress was added a few weeks later, it became a problem. A harder lesson was never learned. I won't be doing it again. I'm squeezing in a little quilting in, how do you like this square?
