Compromise

Guilt or Quilt?  That was the question.  I answered with a bit of both.  I started cleaning, but then got distracted.  It was a good distraction, a productive distraction.  It began with a box of scraps, sent by a dear friend.

 I set them to washing, and then picked up some selvages that were strewn across my sewing table.  Those shouldn't go to waste, and so, they did not.

This morning the fog descended.  I delivered coffee to the walnuts, helped walk the dogs, and now?  It's the perfect weather for hunkering down with my sewing machine. 

Goals are good!