Or is it a table?
Actually it probably doesn’t make any difference. What was important is that it has been pretty much buried since I returned home from a cruise several months ago. You notice I am not specifying so that I don’t have to admit how long it has actually been?
The important bit? I spent several hours – actually most of the day filing left over flosses away, sorting out three bins of potential projects and finding things. I found my checkbook (yes, I actually have ONE check that I write every month – the recipient passes along credit card fees. Since they won’t give me bank and routing numbers, there is no way that I am providing my banking details. Hence the check. I also find five various assorted containers of bulk needles. rather than move needles from project to project – I can stop panicking!
Which meant by late afternoon I had rescued several needles from the floor, filled two small wastebaskets, one bowl of orts (thrums for you weavers) which I use to stuff cat toys and dumped the cat off my working surface at least a dozen times.
Now it is off to the game. The Valkyries are taking on the Dallas Wings. and I have a souvenir book to collect.
How dare you move that poor cat more than once! Don’t you know said cat is “helping”? (Guess who needs help here?)