It’s not often that I remember a nightmare and even less frequent that I thrash and shout in my sleep.
Last night was one of those nights. It was a doozy of a nightmare, the kind you tell the therapist about, and Rob had to get up and come to my side of the bed to wake me. I never really got back to sleep after.
Saints preserve us from any more of that.
I haven’t entered that Heron quilt in the show yet. Every time I open the entry form, I look up and see this, which isn’t quilted.
And, this, which is very nicely quilted.
And, I wonder if I shouldn’t enter something a little more complex than the Heron thread painting.
Life is full of hard decisions. Can’t do anything about that. And, before Saturday morning, this decision has GOT to be made.
But, let’s see if we can’t chase off that nightmare, okay?
Have a great Thursday. Lane