A good start back to daytime.

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At 15:30, and counting, I have done well.  I can't do much work, if no better or worse than usual of late.  I did call and get to speak with both my mother and brother.  A very good thing.  I'll have to call more often.  It's late, in life.  Though, beside my recent pronouncement that the future is in the past, my previous observation that there is always tomorrow... until there is only tomorrow adds to it.  You do the math.

I actually have nearly completed another washcloth.  It is so close to square.  It is flat. I am struggling with the hem stitching.  Keeps curling.  I think I am too tired to do the work correctly, so I have set it aside for now.  I made two runs at the final part, only to have to strip it all out.  I won't put in a flaw that isn't necessary, if I can't do otherwise at the moment.

There are still flaws.  Fewer, smaller.  Still, this isn't an art potential exhibit, a fair product, or even a farmer's market fare... perhaps a flea market item.  :p  It is a surprising amount of improvement from the last, vastly superior to the first.  A dozen more and... we'll see.  I am improving, if there... I'm not sure how I could do worse than that first.

I had hoped to do housework.  Not going to happen.  I will close the ducks in, and feed them, before bedtime.  Might check the hoses and fittings, bringing in some of it.  Hungry, but out of pretty much... oh, but eggs.  If I can find a pan.  Gah!  Maybe just hardboil... or better soft, just enough for a meal?  Maybe.  Later.  Good night, in case I crash.