in which our plucky heroine is still sick but hopeful of a corner turned?
This is so tiresome, to still be sleeping huge chunks of each day. Wake up, do a little bit, then collapse back into bed. At least, after five days on eye drops, my eyes are clear. Sadly, my health itself continues as poorly as the news I read online. Which isn't helping.
Earlier today, whilst still awake, I poked again at the idea of sorting out some new clothing sewing plans, since it was beginning to feel like my ideas earlier this year were too grandiose. It was about all the speed I could manage to do some very rough sketches, and then to snip up a few post-it notes, and see literally how various options would mix and match, and thereby meet this years SWAP guidelines. (While much of Acorn Cottage remains still disorganised or even still unsorted, it was a restful treat to know where the post-its were, and where the writing sticks, and the index cards for sketching. Someday, when I am not all puny and sick, the rest of the house will follow suit.)