windthread

came home yesterday from refinishing two rocking chairs and flopped down to take the nap.  Woke and suddenly i wanted chocolate milk.  Always have syrup around,  don't want it often,  but when i do,  i DO.  I knew the milk was on the brink.  I'd used it for macaroni and cheese and it was still ok,  but leaning away from ok and i stirred up a glass anyway and took a long drink.  Wasn't sure,  so took another drink,  and NO.  No longer ok.  and as the hours went till dark,  i felt sicker and sicker.  It would have been great to just throw up.  But i don't do that.  So,  dear body lived with it.  Today am pretty much ok.  I look forward to tomorrow.

and i understood today that i NEED stitching.  Even if just simple.  Small.  I need it.