Yes, the end of the month ( my self imposed due date) and the end of my patience is likely to run out in a few days. I feel like a rug hooking robot as I repeat and repeat and repeat and repaeat, did I tell you I was repeating the same things over and over.
I'm loving the idea of October when the Vogue and I will part ways, at least the close proximity of it on my lap every spare moment.
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. Douglas Adams