tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263344244356526863.post-62340568555575208792008-07-15T14:08:00.002-04:002008-07-15T14:15:27.471-04:00<p align="center"><a title="needles by Jo Stockton, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21767184@N03/2671381372/"><img height="375" alt="needles" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3101/2671381372_0b0bb45d39.jpg" width="500" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a title="thread by Jo Stockton, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21767184@N03/2670556155/"><img height="351" alt="thread" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3098/2670556155_255fb7ffb4.jpg" width="500" /></a></p><br />I should have maybe been doing some errands, like returning library books and taking leftover garage sale stuff to The Double V, but instead I stayed home in my pajamas, had tea with Lesley, and did lots of sewing. My organizey compulsion is still going strong, and now my sewing basket, which was formerly a nightmare of tangled string and bent pins, is all the better for it.<br /><br />My closet is tidy, too. I am starting to calm down about leaving the city, knowing I will return to a non-wreck of an apartment. Plus I got some travel medical insurance for the both of us, started playing with my GPS, gave Lesley instructions on the feeding and care of the Cats of Science and Stockton, and downloaded a gigantic audiobook onto my iPod. Whew.<br /><br />J.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263344244356526863-6234056855557520879?l=alsoatalker.blogspot.com'/></div>J.http://www.blogger.com/profile/12260580747334230342noreply@blogger.com0